All through this lodging there is hardly a clatter

“A quiet night preludes the festivities” nods to the classic “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas.” — Twitter: @BeadedQuill Facebook: BeadedQuill Books: In the Ocean: a year of poetry Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys Shining in Brightness: Selected Poems, 1999 – 2012

Another Food Poem

You cooking me Two burnished hazelnuts singe flax. Golden Savoiardi shake loose vanilla pods. An oiled aubergine turns roasted cumin seeds. The sorrel and bay sauté with wild mushrooms, freshly picked. A wholesome slice seals the Dijon. — I have written a number of poems that draw on the influences of cooking and kitchen. Today’s

A cooking attempt for colleagues

(inspired by Sachin’s story) the fat floated to the top I scraped it off on setting I melted a combination dark chocolate and caramel bars. Dark chocolate I love. At work they prefer caramel bars. On setting to the top a combination dark chocolate and caramel bars separated as fat on the top. On setting

the rooted words. Knead! Knead!

The dark encroaches earlier and the temperatures drop. September heralds autumnal change. This time last year I was already battening down by spending more evenings in with the creaking heating, baking and feeling the quiet life.

Tumbling After – reprise

  This time last year I revisited a poem based on the Jack and Jill nursery rhyme. This version was a shortened version of the ‘Tumbling After‘ I had written the previous December. Both versions veer towards the same scene: Jill watching Jack from afar and awaiting his delivery. Although not true to the nursery rhyme’s narrative,