The Breakfast Table

You come in wearing the morning’s work about your hands,
and deep in the creases of your eyes.
Mud shucked in a brittle heap
you leave your boots at the door,
shed a pelt of polyurethane
its pockets of tags and split ended string.
Accept a breakfast well past your waking,
to watch your daughters rise sleep stained and stretching.

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Conversation With Half An Onion #DVersePoets #Qudrille

The fridge stinks again,

the thing lolling at the back,

sweating, sickly sweet,

cling film wrapped and taunting

as if to say ‘this is just your desert

for peeling me down

till we both cried shameless,

and you held a knife like a question.’

 

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Afternoon Shallows

I found the pip between my teeth

an hour after the bitter bite

of garden currents

had faded from my tongue.

 

In the middle of a meeting,

too close between collegues

to spit or pick

the pith from my mouth.

 

Instead I chased it

from cheek to cheek

along the ring of my lower lip

to the hollow beside my molars.

 

The presenter lost his place,

tapped again at his laptop,

muttered a word ,

asked someone to call IT.

 

I swallowed by accident.

Choked,

drew a worried glance,

waved it away with a glass of water.

 

Outside the cleaner checked bins,

roll of bags at her hip,

quick, quiet between the desks,

she whisked any evidence away.


 

The Summer heat has been making it difficult to sit down and write. Nowhere feels comfortable and I’m constantly shifting position to try and ease that sticky, gross feeling that comes with trying to do anything at all during hot, summer days.

I’d really love to hear people’s thoughts on this poem as it just sort of took shape this evening and I can very rarely tell if that makes it a good poem or a really bad one. Either way I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoyed reading/listening to it.

Close up bunch of fresh raspberries

Close up bunch of fresh raspberries

Christmas Just Regurgitated Itself Over My Kitchen-Or- Why I Smell Like Apples

If we were having coffee, well this week I’d ask if you’d rather try a glass of non-alcoholic spiced apple cider. I’m emphasising the non-alcoholic side since I’m English and cider is normally assumed to be alcoholic here.15338643_10155547663678012_4293679249890200497_n

Anyway, this weekend one of the neighbours caught me on the way to buy my Christmas wreath and asked if I wanted any cooking apples. He’d been lovely enough to bring by some beans earlier in the year and he thought I might have some use for apples too.

I was going to make a crumble until the lovely fiancee suggested mulled apple cider. In the end I bastardised a few recipes, hurled some apples, an orange, nutmeg, cinnamon, cloves, and allspice into the slow cooker and left it to simmer along for eight hours.

After straining the result was what you can see in the photo. I need to reduce the amount of cloves I’m using, and amp up the cinnamon a tad, but overall it tastes pretty scrummy and super Christmassy. My kitchen is also covered in the evidence of my multiple attempts at working out how to strain boiled down apples.

Tip: Never assume that you don’t need muslin cloth and a sieve with small holes will work just as well. It doesn’t. It really doesn’t.

Aside from throwing myself into Christmas and the wonders of my slow cooker, I’m starting to kick myself into gear for 2017. I’ve now hit the half way point of the current draft for Shadow Dawn, and even though I didn’t manage to win NaNoWriMo, 50,000 words of the draft are down on papers and I’m loving what I’m writing. The rest of this month will be about finishing the current draft and getting ready to re-instate a blogging schedule come January 1st.

With the end of my AAT course in sight, there will soon be nothing in the way of me finding time to write outside of work. I will probably still find excuses, but they’ll be ever so slightly less valid.

So with that in mind I will wish you a happy holiday and goodnight. It’s a short post but I’ve not got much to say.

Let me know, are you making anything special for Christmas? What is your signature dish? Any tips on apple cider?

I’ll leave you with an extract from the current Shadow Dawn draft. Happy reading.

‘What on earth is going on?’ Tara asked. Becket had disappeared to find out what all the commotion was about and was yet to reappear.

‘Your Highness, what an unexpected pleasure.’

Tara turned.

‘Frenrick, how… nice.’ Despite trying to maintain her calm Tara felt the heat rushing to her cheeks.

‘Did you get my flowers? I was afraid that the lack of response meant that had somehow gone astray in this huge palace of yours.’

‘No, I got them,’ Tara said. Ilia was frowning beside her and behind Frenrick one of his envoys sniggered into his gloved fist.

She was not punching anyone Tara told herself. No matter how much they may deserve it, she was not going to punch someone today. She caught the envoy’s eye and he turned the laugh into a polite cough.

Becket chose that moment to reappear, stealing Tara away before Frenrick could reveal anything about the flowers, or their note, to Ilia.

NaPoWriMo Day Six

Taste of Childhood

I will always remember,

dining chairs at the kitchen cupboards,

and plaiting pastry

for the tops of apple pies.

I will remember rice puddings

made at least once a fortnight

despite the fact

only you seemed to like them.

I will remember afternoons,

and thick cut real bread

with home made jam

and cups of tea milky and sweet

in tiny mugs

that now

I could wrap my hand around.

I will remember your

face when I came home from school

and the way your arms

felt around my back.

 

I will remember I love you still.

Good afternoon fellow NaPoWriMo participants and lovely, lovely readers!

I’ve been a bit lazy about getting my novel written the past few days so once this poem is up I’m disappearing for a couple of hours to get the next chapter polished off and that 50,000 word count finally crossed out.

I just want to remind you all that starting Monday, Writing & Works will be hosting guest posts by poets from across the blogging spheres up until the end of the month.

I’m hoping for a guest post each day and currently we have two poets who’ve signed up so we’re still looking for more!

Interested or know someone who might be? Email me at caroljforrester@hotmail.com

More information about the event on my post ‘Call For Guest Bloggers‘.

Feel free to share the call. The more people who hear about it the more poets we can get involved and the more readers we can introduce to them!

Happy NaPoWriMo.