A post-breakup mediation posted this time last year, but dating back further in time. The poem appears in my book Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys under the title “A quiet thought”.
In this place, I eat butternut soup to mend a broken heart. There wasn’t any stock in the cupboard, so I used Marmite instead. With a fork I smashed the veg pieces small because I had no way to purée the soup. Early this morning I picked leucodendron and fynbos leaves, even before I didContinue reading “In this place, I eat butternut soup to”