preserving memories
i visited a memory
of childhood curiosity
at my grandmother’s
cracked kitchen door
where late summer aromas
coalesced,
in a sugary, apricot haze
in a pan atop the stove
awaiting mother and daughter’s
coaxing of rich ripe fruits
into tasty, spreadable jams
sealed in oven sterilized jars
arousing that anticipation
of greedy indulgent consumption
on home-made Sunday scones

how long does a door
remain ajar?

First Published in ‘Alchemy’ FSP 43, 2019 and then INDAILY, ‘Poets Corner’ Aug 12th, edited by John Miles 2020

browsing blues
i don’t browse or shop
our outer suburban
high street
with a big budget
but
i often purchase
from local traders
who exhibit regional taste
adorning my small cottage
with artisan productry
to reflect shared love
albeit,
sometimes i feel
the day takes me for granted

First published in Platinum Poems Anthology, 20th Anniversary of “Frances”, (AUS) 2019 and then INDAILY, ‘Poets Corner’ Aug 12th, edited by John Miles 2020