Five dinner plates, white with blue patterns
love their arrangement on the table
The green plate with its patterns of birds
holds the frittata blissfully
Grapes, strawberries, blueberries, raspberries
have an end of summer song and sing it sweetly
Cheese smoked on the Roseland is some way
from the French cheese oozing its aromas –
but they both delight in being cheese
Rosemary bread is prickly and oily -
we need that too.
Someone’s brought ‘herring in fur coats’
gleaming beetroot, merry spring onion
at one with the ‘salat iz crabov’ – all claws
and cold-water Northernness, looking for light
Oh and there’s bits of this and that –
frivolous spirals of pasta, pureed apples
in floral tea cups, one saying ‘Mother’ ...
And it’s all part of our laughter,
our woman-ish talk, our love for each other
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