The Wintery Field

In a wintery field
the hazel tree
held tight catkins
stiff on the bough.
Now hanging long
and loose in a jug,
the yellow pollen
powders the table…

and the cloth
and the telephone
and my glasses
and the newspaper
my porridge
my toast and jam
my cup of tea
the gas bill
my latest poem
and the hand
that writes it.

Phyllis King

One of the eleven poets  whose work  is printed in,
‘Words from Silence’ which may be obtained from
Roy Ashwell at 020 8560 0216 or by e-mail at:
royann857@btinternet.com
Price £6