(Written during lockdown)
We seem to have gone mainstream. We have Joe Wicks in our lives in the mornings You ask me if we can visit him at his house. I have Gogglebox in my Friday night landscape And The Voice on Saturdays I like the American rapper will.i.am. We have roast chicken on Sundays Fish and chips on Fridays Sausages and mash at some point Pasta when I can’t think of anything else Which is quite often. Pizza makes an appearance maybe on a Thursday As does Macarooni cheese And baked potatoes. Ham and cheese toasty after nursery On a Friday as an end of week treat Sometimes followed by a mini milk. Is this our life now Mainstream Mainstream food. We dance around to Taylor Swift ‘Shake it Off’ And shout Woo Hoo George Ezra When he comes on the radio. Will we look different if this continues for much longer Have I lost my identity and moulded you into the world of Mainstream. Will people no longer describe me as quirky Or a bit different Individual Left field Off piste On her own road Track Path Or will mainstream have an expiry date. Does it still count for something that we say ‘Off they go on holiday’ When we put our clothes in the washing basket Or am I just grasping at hope that Left field is on the back burner Woodburner Fire pit Out of bounds Just for the moment. Come on quirky I never liked that word But I’ll invite you back If it means I’m still different.