I’ve recently received a copy of issue 22 of Southlight Magazine, which contains four of my poems – “Planting Cyclamen”, “Hinterland”, “Flood” and the following homage to the finest roasting potato there is.
Many thanks again to Southlight’s editors John Burns, Vivien Jones and Angus Macmillan for choosing to include my poems in their fantastic magazine.
After the long, silent, underground campaign,
the cut-down stems have all surrendered,
sucked back to ash-coloured paper tubes,
poking like rifle barrels through the mounds of soil.
It is October. The exhausted sun struggles
to shoo away the dew, and thinks of elsewhere.
A fork unearths the tubers, purple as new bruises,
shining impossibly like a clutch of alien eggs, but
hours later, in the roasting pan, they mellow
back to a prosaic brown, with russet blushes,
salt-crusted crunches around the soft flesh,
that moment of glory brief, but unforgettable.