Like a Beacon Poem by Grace Nichols

Like a Beacon



In London
every now and then
I get this craving
for my mother's food
I leave art galleries
in search of plantains
saltfish/sweet potatoes

I need this link

I need this touch
of home
swinging my bag
like a beacon
against the cold

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
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Susan Hallings 17 June 2018

wonderful poem that leads to deep thinking

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Nponpiir Felix 25 March 2018

analysis of like a beacon

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Grace Nichols

Grace Nichols

Georgetown, Guyana
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