stiff wind
knocking down the foxgloves
boisterous dog
© Rachel Green May 2024
her Christmas cakes were always the same;
mixed fruit soaked in plum wine;
the thinnest layer of marzipan,
white icing poured and palate-knifed;
pink and blue rosettes piped on
and the plastic ornaments:
a spruce, a snowman and "Merry Christmas"
in plastic letters with peeling silver paint,
and the deformed plastic boy on a sled
pretending the icing was a winter snowscape.
After she died I continued the custom
but nobody ate the cake her hands hadn't touched
and the snowscape turned grey with age.
© Rachel Green May 2024
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