This poetry was inspired by my favourite granite city, lovely family, BlueBeretGranny’s profiteroles (Mary Berry eat your heart out!) and one Christmas tree.
I already look forward to Christmas 2014!
She, who got into her head
that she was Midas’ daughter,
turned the gold of twilight to lead
Of your dreams forlorn, you unfold
in my arms like a scroll.
Soon, you’ll write your own.
On Christmas Eve
We gather around
a tree with frozen moonlight
braided into its branches.
floats in my entrails, my starved soul
dreams of profiteroles.