poems – Page 2

Peppermint Fudge

Fresh mint from a pot so old,
you hold as you think of her touch.

Fruity flesh of her pockets and holes
flare images in your mind.

Mesh your heart to hers in a love knot,
as you nibble on peppermint fudge.

Once polished weekly

with love and devotion,

I return to the

silky oak duchess.

In an old draw,

I found bits of jewellery and

pictures of us as kids.

Memories soaked

into the wood,

remind me of how

much I miss you.