light,
brilliant, headache-inducing light,
piercing my retinas
until they disintegrate, are no more
than piles of ash on the floor at my flailing feet.
Words and pictures,
boxes, packets, cartons, bottles,
clothed in all the colours of the rainbow
– if a rainbow were acid yellow, puce and lime green.
I can hear the groaning
as shelves bow under the weight of all the produce
that we simply must buy
otherwise our lives are meaningless, somehow.
I hover in the doorway as the glass partitions slide
back and forth
moved by invisible hands.
The devil’s work.
Get me out of this hell (that others call a supermarket)
I want to go home.
I’m a little late to the party, after a heavy day yesterday, when all I wanted to do was put my feet up and drink coffee. Yesterday was Poetics night over at dVerse, where our genial host, Walt, invited us to write on ‘too much’ drought, deluge, literal or metaphorical.
Anyone who knows me, knows I hate supermarkets these days. All that ‘stuff’ piled high, all those ‘special offers’ all that price-matching and BOGOF’ offers. Ugh, it drives me to distraction. I find it utterly overwhelming and I have no patience for it. A deluge of consumerism at its worst.
What kind of drought or deluge have you in your life? Why not share it with the dVerse community – or just hop on over for a good old read?
Freya Writes... 
Oh. Yes. I agree. Lots of items tempting the consumer to buy them, try them out. For me personally, it’s the chocolate shelves that call out. 🙂 Interesting take on deluge.
Thank you, Vinay.
A deluge of grocery store stocking doesn’t sound like fun. I’m glad to see it all when I get there, on the days I can afford to go. Thanks for your labors, here and in the store
Thank you, Walt. I much prefer little shops!
for sure
I often feel that way about going to Walmart…
Oh.. Lord.. i can relate..
thEre was/IS A day as store
grew taller from baby Walmart
to mama Walmart
to Super-NoW
Daddy Walmart
three bears of Walmart
over stocked to top of
ceiling more..
ugh.. i could
not get the deTails
out of the wHole
D E L U G E.. i
photo store then..
and now i don’t even
notice it as the wife noW
shops.. i stick the ear buds
in.. i dance and hardly remember
any stock aT all except for the stuff
that catches my eYe in artistic meaning
for what
i’LL
snap
as photo
art and
wRite..
a prompt arT
Walmart iS in
few detaLes
i catch and
write
for long
for long
at home..
away from S. W.
stock floors taLL..;)
I truly feel your pain! Thank you 🙂
SMiLes my FriEnd.. Freya..
Thank you
And you
Are welcome..:)
The problem with little stores is the higher prices. I adore your angst relative to super markets–oddly, I have the opposite reaction, marveling at the planning & technology to move produce & goods along with such absolute controls. But your take on the prompt is super; smile.
I agree, Glenn, about the prices in little shops. I can admire the sheer logistics involved in big stores, but…. ugh!
Right on, Freya! Supermarkets are not my favorite place either. You expressed that angst well!
Thank you, Walt!
I only go there to buy what I need and then I leave before I buy too much. I think its helpful to have a list so you are not easily tempted. Good one Freya.
Yes, a list is good. I still find them overwhelming though!
ha, they are like the abyss…better not be ensnared and be devoured by them…wise note here…
Great take on the prompt and I so agree! Twenty kinds of bread to choose from when some folks would be happy to have one slice, any slice.
Thank you, lillian.
knocked this one out of the park! We are far too consumed with “stuff” and greed.
Thank you, Bryan. Yes, it’s too, too much.
This resonates, deeply 🙂 An intense scroll of life…awesome 🙂
Thank you!