Mud Kitchen
Sandpit kingdom,
woodlouse king,
What’s for dinner?
Anything
sculpted in the grainy wet,
hold the teacup, let
her pour,
more milk in this one,
sugar stir,
rake it ready -
I prefer my tea without
the wriggling,
but here’s the kettle,
hear it sing!
Castles lumped in
messy rows,
slugs in corners -
watch your toes!
Rows of mallow, Rosa fast,
biking down the garden path.
woodlouse king,
What’s for dinner?
Anything
sculpted in the grainy wet,
hold the teacup, let
her pour,
more milk in this one,
sugar stir,
rake it ready -
I prefer my tea without
the wriggling,
but here’s the kettle,
hear it sing!
Castles lumped in
messy rows,
slugs in corners -
watch your toes!
Rows of mallow, Rosa fast,
biking down the garden path.
This poem is copyright (©) Caitlin Prouatt 2025
About the Writer
Caitlin Prouatt
Caitlin is a Brisbane-born, Oxford-based Latin and Greek teacher. When not tutoring or looking after her toddler, Caitlin writes poetry, with a particular interest in how rhythm can contribute to an image. She loves writing about being a parent and the funny and amazing things her daughter does.
