Late sun splashes in the summer sky,
flashes in the tears every time I see
plump ripe plums hanging in our tree,
like the juicy ones she used to buy
in brown paper bags to share with me.
Their purple musk evokes a sigh
of scents from grandmother’s scullery;
laundry in a copper, hot and bubbly,
sprigs of mint, roast on Sunday,
cloves and cinnamon in apple pie.
Kim M. Russell, 18th April 2021
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My response to NaPoWriMo Day Eighteen
Today’s prompt is from Stephanie Malley, who challenges us to write a poem based on the title of one of the 60 chapters in Susan G. Wooldridge’s Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words.
I don’t know if this is cheating, but I chose two titles, ’Plum Nelly’ and ‘from my grandmother’, because my grandmother’s name was Nelly.