Dunton Bassett
We gathered marigolds for homemade wine,
collected fresh laid eggs. I fell,
you called me Cow-muck Sue.
You in a tweed skirt and pink twinset,
proud in your narrow larder of cooked hams.
We ate Yorkshire pudding with raspberry vinegar.
I remember disappearing into a deep feather mattress
in the blackness of the countryside.
Karen Powell has an MA in Creative Writing from Nottingham Trent University. Her poems have appeared in various magazines including Hearing Voices, Message in a Bottle, The Lake and Toasted Cheese. http://karenpowellnotebook.wordpress.com/