Wishes In All Our Bones – Poem

Wishes In All Our Bones – Poem
A poem by one of our readers, Tracey Peterson. Are you a Budding Poet? Have your poem published in MiNDFOOD magazine too.

 

Grandmother make-believed me in wishes

Decided just how many days and nights

 the wishbone needed.

Like the fatness of Hansel’s finger,

she knew when it was ready.

Salvaged from a carcass well-stripped of real

in her airing cupboard,

on wooden slats

high enough

to be out of reach,

hidden between crisply-folded

lavender-scented linen.

That cupboard itself, became important –

a cage for dreams and days,

of,  how-to-determine

which wish

mattered most.

 

TRACEY PETERSON

Christchurch NZ

 

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