You’ve had friends round for a meal, it was a brilliant night as usual. You come downstairs for a glass of water in the early hours, flick on the lights and wham ! In your drunken state you’d forgotten you had decided to leave tidying up until tomorrow and are now faced with a culinary crime scene, a dinner party disaster zone. But as you look it slowly becomes less a chore awaiting and more a beautiful image. And all the fun of the evening comes flooding back…….and it makes you smile.
Post Dinner Party Crime Scene
An instant flicker-switched brilliance reveals the scene,
chairs in casual disarray, prove that guests have been.
Merlot stigmata table cloth no longer linen crisp white,
matt fingerprint glasses,lipstick sealed, flash with light.
Crumb dotted plates rest haphazard on each place mat,
a time frozen residue left by those who had there sat.
Some sport discarded napkins, the odd knife and fork
wielded like a conductor’s baton in animated talk.
And along the table’s centre stand idols of green glass
worshipped the evening long in our Dionysian mass,
for to serve those you love, laughter, food and wine,
is ceremony that binds us tighter than any hemp or twine.