Toasting forks

poetry and short stories 1 Minute

tonight at Dverse Laura Bloomsbury has invited us to write about something that evokes a memory. so i have gone something that reminds me of my granparents.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/11/09/poetics-in-the-light-of-other-days/

Toasting forks.

Ice covered window panes,

Looking out over cold city

Itchy but warm woollen blankets,

Pulled of by big brother,

Keeping cold morning out,

Until coal fire lit downstairs.

Warm feet into cold slippers,

Cold arms into warm dressing gown,

Sliding down staircase’s banister,

To grandfather’s chuckled irritation,

As he puts flame to his

first cigarette of the day.

Four long handled toasting forks glint in fire light,

Grandad cuts us each a slice off crusty loaf,

Nan’s summer jam waiting for toast,

The smells of toasting bread, burning coal and grandad’s tobacco

Instantly takes me back to fire side Christmas at nans and grandad’s.

© 09/11/2021 rog leach

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18 thoughts on “Toasting forks”

  2. This is incredibly evocative! I especially resonate with; “The smells of toasting bread, burning coal and grandad’s tobacco.”💝💝

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  4. The details feel so well chosen. “Sliding down staircase’s banister, / To grandfather’s chuckled irritation,” and “first cigarette of the day.” and “Nan’s summer jam waiting for toast,” are so good

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  8. Oh, Roger…

    To grandfather’s chuckled irritation,
    As he puts flame to his
    first cigarette of the day.

    How realistic and true-to-life this whole poem feels to me…

    ❤
    David

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