Poetry

Cupped

Cooled lava

earthenware

delicate

yet with heft

An artist

formed it

fired it

the glaze

a deeply rich

burnished caramel

with glints of sky blue

The rim round as eternity

with an undulating edge

This cup fits snugly in its saucer

a contrasting colour

of matte

almost black

dark chocolate

Appearing utilitarian at first

when you look up close

you see

how beautifully

it is made

I languish in bed

enclosing this cup

in both hands

The warmth

spreads to my fingerprints

as the tea cools

to just the right temperature

I draw the delicious rim to my lips

I drink

I am restored

This poem was inspired by one of my favourite poets Selima Hill’s anthology “Portrait of my Lover as a Horse” where she wrote a series of poems likening her lover to inanimate or unusual objects.

The Curious Cook

If almonds be the food of love

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I first made frangipane tart on the day before Valentine‚Äôs Day. I was 19 years old and had fled the nest a mere month before, to live in a shabbily charming Victorian house. To celebrate my new life, I had been collating some new recipes in an exercise book with a red spine. And this was the first one: frangipane tart with apricots. It was a sunny day Continue reading “If almonds be the food of love”