Friday, 31 October 2014

Gourds and pumpkins


If I had my time over,
I’d make more pumpkin soup.

I’d bring you coffee in bed
on Sunday mornings,
then we’d dress for the weather
and scout market stalls
for gourds and squashes,
testing for signs
of ripeness in the rind.

You’d wear the scarf
you’ve had since before we met,
your favourite coat,
and we’d blow steam from our mouths
like children pretending
they’re smoking cigarettes.

Back home, we’d ignore
the recipe books and be
profligate with flavours,
promiscuous with spices, herbs.

While the thick liquid
bubbled in our largest pan,
we’d sit at the table
and talk of other lives
we might have led.

If I had my time over,
I’d make more pumpkin soup.


Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips 

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