Microwave, I live for your ding.
You sound like an action film
when you’ve got popcorn in.
I love how you bring forgotten tea
back to life.

Every now and then your warm light hum
spins me back to Grandpi’s sofa
as he wide-eye giggles his way
through the story of him and Grandma

getting dressed up in their finest garb
to pop down the Moonraker’s pub to watch
Swindon’s first ever microwave
cook a shepherd’s pie.

It took 40 minutes.

© Carl Burkitt 2020