Lorna Billanes Poems
- Domestic Routine In the half-light, she steps out into the ...
- Sister Sister, today I sit by the bench outside the ...
- A Day In The Life Of A Five-Ye... You've asked me how the ...
- Curacding In the garden, bamboos arch to the slightest ...
- Ritual Funny how this taro leaf reminds me of a heart- its ...
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In the half-light,
she steps out into the chill of dawn,
her shawl tight around her.
Slightly stooped and weighed down
by an ache that makes her old,
she whistles softly
to banish all memories of ghosts.
Her mind wanders off to tasks
both routine and mundane:
the trek to her favorite baker
and later, to the stalls
for a week's ration of condiments,
seasonings and staples.
At mid-morning, a bounty of fresh produce
awaits her skillful hands.
Would the legumes need sauteing
Or are they better off steamed?
Once grilled, would the fish ...