FIBONACCI POETRY

VIRGINIA GOW

Monday, October 3, 2016

OCTOBER WINDS

OCTOBER WINDS

Wild
and
wicked,
they whip the
washing from the line
 and desecrate the blossom on the crab apple tree,
It’s an indoor day for me.

A memory seeps inside my mind
of another time.
When, snug and warm inside our home,
we children played at hide and seek.
Father’s voice sang a song of joy.
Morning calls
for fun and feasting.
So rarely did he cook for us,
but this tasty breakfast treat was his one ‘pride and joy’.
We danced a jolly jig to his
melodic humming,
waited for the pan to sizzle.

Nothing smells like buttery toast.

And placed on it the savory mix;
leftover dinner,
lamb, peas and gravy.
Baked potatoes, crumpled and smashed.

Even the title
caused us to giggle
and chant
around the kitchen,
“Bubble
and
Squeak”.

VGOW
04/10/16