Sleep

Need to sleep…

In the fridge
delicious home-grown broccoli
~ a funny Mothering Sunday gift ~
slowly withers, as it waits
to become the best bit
of a favourite dish.

I sleep on.

Bruised avocados
flow through my dream.

Tomatoes split.
Leekage feeds silver threads of mould
which sit like velvet silk
on ruined red skin.

Cheese may start to stink,
but this house will not tumble or tilt
if I sleep on.

©Jane Paterson Basil

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11 thoughts on “Sleep

    1. Yum – that’s a better diet than I had when I was supporting my daughter through the loss of her partner (he was only 19, and she was heavily pregnant). I was grieving, but I had to focus on her. I had no energy to chew, so I lived on chocolate – put it in my mouth, let it melt, and swallowed. Not sensible… 🙂

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