Performed by Val Cole
“A riddle of Breakable things”, by Janine Parkinson
A love like ours starts out
with one cup of sugar
a teaspoon of thyme
Add a fight,
some words unkind
we sit broken, cracked, poached
Resting in silence, stirring
your pointed finger, stabs
Oozes yellow
The sunset
replaced with slapping wind
of the right
Carry me quietly,
My love.
Out to sea
deep in this shallow
I stir in your leash
You led me
Tie my boat
to your golden shore
Dull my sweetness
with stale milk and cumin
Set the clock forward
Forget you
Forget us
Forget Humpty Dumpty
and the stampede of all your King’s Men