Tag: Martin

the wishbone

Wishbone, wishbone on a dish, pick it up and make a wish. If I pull the wishbone right, I will get my wish tonight. Another poultry Christmas, and paltry indeedbantam weighted for one, pullet pulledpiece by piece over the fattened feasting dayscrisp stripped to soupy bones and skinnothing… Continue Reading “the wishbone”

Lessons in loss

Poem for my Poetics prompt: “Less is More, More or Less

Ups and downs

Yesterday I published a Sunday Sayings post and meant to post this one instead. I’ve been all over the place recently – almost literally but certainly emotionally and cognitively. I recently re-visited Ramsgate and surrounds, a place I spent with my late husband Martin… Continue Reading “Ups and downs”