past, present, future

war memorial


‘It’s time for war, Bush and Blair tell Taliban’
headline,, 7/10/2001


my mother phoned; she wants to know
my plans for Christmas.

I put the fruit to soak in sherry
ready for the cake and started
making lists.

I bought material to make
sofa covers (crimson poppies
on a background of sand and stone).

I made an appointment for the dentist
for Friday week and transferred
some money to a higher-interest account.

I began to read
the P. D. James my sister left behind
last time she visited.

I ate an apple,
and kept the pips to plant


This poem was originally drafted in 2001, then left to one side until a couple of years ago, when I revised it. It was recently published in The Woman Writer magazine after winning the SWWJ scholarship competition, a mixed-genre competition which this year was judged by Vanessa Gebbie and had the theme “War”.

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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