Fife Contemporary

Marilyn Ricci

Here is a small poem which I originally wrote some years ago but which remained unpublished because I couldn’t ‘get it right’ somehow. I found it again recently and ‘made it new’, as each morning is new. (Images are by Niamh Ricci)

Morning 

leans into 
creak of 
stove
grace 
note of 
kitchen clock
shush of 
cradled wash
flutter of 
hand 
towards 
the pen.