Day 74 of 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day quotidian "of or occurring every day; daily."
The Mythology of Friday afternoons
The quotidian ritual would offer some surprise
The terminus of the day would approach and with it an end
The gulf of possibility would shrink and by so doing expand
The hopeful would transition from hopeless
The wishes of persons behind desks would equate to ambling freedom
The pretence of authority would dissipate in leisure
The cavern candle light would dissipate before the glorious sun
The melancholy trudge would be consumed in gallant strides
The motion of persons would slow and horizons approach
The fickle would become intricate and perplexing instead
The tantalising would grow fascinating not merely distracting
The quiet whispers would become loud drumming laughter
The caucaus would turn to their adversaries and chuckle at insults exchanged in jest
The gates and doors of assemblies and councils would open up and bloom in so many colourful voices
The bored and disenfranchised would look up at the tapping of shoes
The young would be lost in each other and taken with thoughts of lust and possibility
The old would cradle comfort near and adventure close in equal measure
The risk of equality would be found to be false
The myth of otherness would be found to be discredited
The fallen pink lady sky Apple would give way to the creamy milk of the moon
And the tethers of the quotidian ritual would crumple and fall and shatter and then ...
Anything might be.
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