Do come to my party..
This time, just for close friends
so no Facebook public event;
I’m celebrating the spring equinox
but haha – without fertility rites.
I am not inviting anyone’s ex
as far as I know, but nobody said
last time about Liz and Dean
or Janice and Liz, or the tragic death.
This time the veggie option
will not contain chicken stock
and I told everyone no hash brownies,
whether labelled or not.
The party games will all be voluntary;
there will be no charades
acting out cocktail names,
no removal of clothes.
No dog-sitters will bring the pooch,
another time for the twins with AHD
and we already established
next doors cat won’t fit the BB Q
This time no stand-back-fifty-metre
fireworks in the tenement’s back green;
it’s the wrong time of year
and the facing flats weren’t keen.
Though the emergency services
were actually rather pleasant
and the front door
has now been mended.
RSVP. Do come!
Ruth Aylett teaches/researches computing in Edinburgh and her poetry is published widely in magazines/anthologies. Joint author of Handfast (Mother’s Milk, 2016); her pamphlet, Pretty in Pink (4Word) was published Jan2021. More at http://www.macs.hw.ac.uk/~ruth/writing.html