Here’s a link to a poem I had published on the brilliant Strange Poetry site

/https://strangepoetry.wordpress.com/2016/12/17/jan-kaneen-putting-my-face-on/

I wrote the poem below at a workshop run by the wonderful Caroline Gilfillan whilst I was doing course A215 at the OU

Splash

A too hot holiday afternoon,

too hot for sticky little children

waiting for the sound of Granny’s car.

Your batman sandals lie abandoned

by the window as you

hang

by the window,

itching for the sound of Granny’s car.

 

The swoosh of toe-wriggling tires and

she’s here, with an undiscovered box.

Ripped open, torn apart, scattered on

the dry grass it delivers its gift.

‘A puggle,’ you breathe,

‘you

brought a puggle,’

then you dash inside for something vital.

 

We pump up the pool and fill it fast

and wait and wait. She calls you. I call

you, our smiles slipping. Then there you are

a ta-dah at the door wearing wellies,

green frog wellies,

just

green frog wellies

and a melon wedge, rainy day smile.