Monday, 18 May 2009


A while ago now I had an interview for a new job. I didn't get the job but did write a poem.

there is no spring

(in response to a bad interview)

Bad answers
to dull questions thud
on to the concrete slabs

of your eyes
where there is no spring.
You have decided I will not do.

But that’s okay, I walk away
getting my teeth into
the wind and rain, happy

as an unopened crab
still full
of its own sweet meat.

Kay McKenzie Cooke


Catherine said...

I've always found that the jobs I did get turned out to be way better than expected, and the ones I didn't get probably weren't right for me anyway.
I love the poem, and the photo too.

Joyce Ellen Davis said...

Yes! I especially like the ending--the crab unopened still and "in its own sweet meat." Fine image.

Kay said...

Catherine - So true. Thanks.

Joyce - Thanks :) It felt good to get something out of it for me ... the poem ...

Clare Dudman said...

Yes, I agree with Joyce - especially good ending.

Gary said...


Kay said...

Gary - Hi Gary - thanks.

Dana said...

Heh. This is great.

Kay said...

Dana - Thanks - I always value your judgement.


'how this all harbours light'