Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: jam
Distracted by the Birds
I often find myself distracted in the kitchen. I’m supposed to be jamming. Making jam, not music. But the pigeons coo, the great tits see-saw whistle, the blue tits chatter and the wrens scold, their huge voices belying their tiny bodies. My feelings war…
Jam
Sticky, clicky poppy lid Snaps open; nasal bliss Ensues; a sugary mid Morning madness Red, glistening, pips Upon my shoulder Captain of the preserves Conserve my energy For this conserve A jewel upon my knife Then spread on wheat Burnt, golden, sweet Jam makes…
Thanks garden!
And this bowl all without leaving the garden! Now what shall I do with these? Jam or pudding?
