Imbolc
swept in by a gale
flakes of frozen ice
© Rachel Green 2019
a slice of cherry cake
on the front step.
It can't have been here long
else the cat would have pinched it
or a passing dog, or fox.
Why would someone leave her cherry cake
wrapped in a piece of tin foil?
Is it laced with something?
poison? drugs? razor blades?
You can't trust a gift horse these days
not like when she was a kid
when every housewife would give you biscuits
if you knocked on their door for water
and the telly gave you non-stop messages
promoting xenophobia,
homophobia
europe-phobia
and broadcast warning films
about foot-and-mouth
and rabies.
She eats the cake with a cup of tea
and thinks about her dead sister.
© Rachel Green 2019
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