PEARS FOR SUPPER
First published in May 2021
I prepared pears today,
nothing fancy, no wine, no sugar, no cream,
just fruit cored and peeled, such a smooth baby's
bottom shape, so soft.
Pears give up their skins
so easily, a sharp knife,
three precise movements, green farls binned and
the sweet white flesh slips into bowls, fridge-ready.
They made a scratch lunch
with a glass of wine and lumps of Cheddar, that last
time sitting in my sun-room, idly listening to Audible, but
thinking all the while of loss -
the loss of my garden, its
steep slope, my blue & yellow
bedroom, my sunny lounge.
If only I could give it all up
as readily as pears their skins
I think as I close the front door
and turn my key for the last time.