Making Memories

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

Sleeping Peanut

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.

Post-Christmas Dieting

Wholesome flotsam

floats in my entrails, my starved soul

dreams of profiteroles.

Prose for Thought

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