on this day | poem

poetry

caught in admiration

for a thicket row

lit up and with gold tinsel.

I blow along cobbled streets  

where dimly lit tenements remain 

tall as though monuments. 

within them veg pots steam

ovens of meat and potato.

on this day my memory is stuffed

with a past life spent high on sugar

as elders made full plate exchanges

and toasted whisky to new…