Porridge On The Hob
We liked the way it bubbled, plopped -
how flames licked and tickled the pan.
He picked the berries from allotments.
'An imperial splendour,' he said. 'See how
they sag and leak'. Granddad stirred
in a spoonful of honey and sometimes
a dollop of cream! Our microwave heats
in two minutes, but hums like bees.
how flames licked and tickled the pan.
He picked the berries from allotments.
'An imperial splendour,' he said. 'See how
they sag and leak'. Granddad stirred
in a spoonful of honey and sometimes
a dollop of cream! Our microwave heats
in two minutes, but hums like bees.
This poem is copyright (©) Phil Wood 2024
About the Writer
Phil Wood
Phil was born and lives in Wales. He studied English Literature at Aberystwyth University. He has worked in statistics, education, shipping and a biscuit factory. He enjoys watercolour painting, bird watching and chess. His writing can be found in various publications, including: The Wild Word, Autumn Sky Daily, Abergavenny Small Press, Ink Pantry, Ink Sweat and Tears, Streetcake Magazine and in a collaboration with John Winder.
