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Lady Thatcher
Splendour
Dear Ralph Crozier
The Winter Wood
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This poem appeared in The Dark Horse 27,
Summer / Autumn 2011


Sunlight makes the beech hedge glow,
so too the bulbous, pink tulips below
the kitchen window at which we
spread apricot jam from a shining jar
onto buttered brown toast. The kitchen is host
to May light, spick and span on spoon and pan.
I try the tea. It is hot but sugarless,
unsatisfactory, and I recall
my grandfather's refrain down the hall
if his was unsweetened by sugar
or, in later years, Splenda -
you did not have to be in the same room
to see him eyeing his cup with a feigned frown -
'Has the sugar boat gone down?'

[ Splendour ]