11/10/18 – Cusack

Joan Cusack
Loved her spice rack.
It had turmeric and paprika,
Cumin and garam masala.
It had cinnamon, pepper,
Both chilli and curry powder.
It had every single kind of spice,
It was truly special and truly nice.
But it was the rack itself
Joan Cusack loved the most.
It was dark and rich and made of oak.
And in truth, she was more of a herb gal.

© Carl Burkitt 2018

Inside a poem

Jemima woke up inside a poem.
It was exactly as she imagined.
The weather reflected her mood.
Trees sang and the sun actually hugged her.
Every step told a story.
The dead were alive.
Pain was a person.
Every single thing was something else.
It was RUBBISH.

© Carl Burkitt 2018