In a serving basket at the pub

Sea-salt diamonds dot
their freckled, crisped up skins.
They are the evening heels
that come to our table.


In a pub gathering there inevitably comes that moment when the group becomes peckish. Some institutions offer gastro pub nibbles, such as artisan-crisped potato skins. Depending on the group, these (or prawn crackers) are chosen over the cheerful packets of crips piled up on the counter. The poet imagines that the potato skins bring some glamour to the table.

My latest and third book, In the Ocean, was published this week! Preview this work and my other books on the BOOKS page of this blog or at my Blurb Bookshop.
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