Two Sisters
They reared
me.
Those two
sisters
Who stand there
Side by side,
Smiling out at
me from the photo frame.
Cherry
blossom falling around them
Like snowflakes
Tinged with cochineal
…
Pink… used
for the icing
They spread
Thickly…victoriously
Into the middle of their sponge cakes.
They hauled me up
They hauled me up
Those Scottish
sisters.
With their
german biscuits
Almond slices
and
Scones…no
raisins... thankyou!
Brought
colour into my monochrome world.
Into grey years...
brought laughter…
In a grey
decade
Where the
pavements were always wet with rain.
Those canny women
Wiped my
nose.
Told me to
stand up tall
And straitened
the parting in my unruly hair.
Criticised my
big feet...
"Big as shipyards
Big enough
to float the Titanic",
They said.
Drew me into
their strong arms
And called
me
“Wee pet”.
Those sisters.
...this is linked to DeVerse...Meeting the Bar this week it's Songwriting and the link to Poetry.
I was published as a songwriter in the late 60s early 70s and find that most of my poetry now has to have some rhythm and rhyme..at the least an underlying rhythm to move it along...so I read the work quite a few times until a sense of pace comes into it naturally........
...why so long ago??
well family ...children and The Potters House Penketh took precedence until I started writing again a few years ago.
