Visitation Poem by Jacqui Thewless

in the tunnel there are blue grapes,
orange and red nasturtiums;
joan draws the mullein’s
pale green fruits, felt leaves,
lemon-y flowers,

while lizabeth paints
the canvas sunshine-yellow,

i grate beetroots
and i finely slice
red onions, mix quinoa,
chop lime-pickle, pour the oil and serve;

all day, a river of light ripples
the table’s surface
through two vine-leaved windows;


under the bay,
the last sweet-peas’ perfume
floats; the willow
warbler sings from this lime tree -

and a snail’s
munched progressed holes
in the plan thumb-tacked to a wall

so even the past
is still changing...