Posts Tagged ‘neil-hammerton-sex-offender
Bread Pudding Days
Blog 8 – Bread Pudding Days …
Fiction is a fusion of truth and lies …
This bi-month there are no porkie pies …
For Muriel 10.6.22-14.2.01
With love.
Bread Pudding Days by Jan Moran Neil
On soggy days
when the rain spits
my mother’s house is filled
with the warmth of cinnamon sticks,
rich dried fruit
and softly sifted sugar.
She folds and wraps our words:
- the bargain cost of my orange gloves
- the price we paid for our lost loves
- our woeful tales of wicked hate
- our splendid plans to be great.
All are measured, sieved, considered
for their mixed worth
baked into something sturdy,
crusty, spongy and deeply palatable.
And in that cooking fragrance
- the weight and varied textures
touching half remembered edges -
my mother’s syllables and smiles stretch on:
a balm against the greying bits,
a refuge against the rain which spits.
At This Present Time …
Blog 4 – At this Present Time …
Rose Chaffe won herself a free taster for being first past the post to complete this old saying: Red Hat, No Drawers. Prostitutes in the nineteenth century were identified by the wearing of a red hat.
No-one writes or reads blogs the week before Christmas so this is short and snappy and I’ve been busy buying gifts at this present time, so I will be back on Monday 3rd January with a prize for the first to spot the intentional fib.
Oh … and watch out for those wearing red hats this festive season.
