Meg Cox

 

 

Showing Promise

When my father was sixteen
he could throw an egg over the house,
run through the rooms
and catch the egg unbroken
in the back garden.
The doors would be open,
his mother in the kitchen
crying oh George as he dashed
and his dad outside
nodding but keeping one eye
on the cabbages.
Showing off

 

 

Meg Cox is new to writing poetry but not to reading it – she’s getting on a bit.  She lives in Herefordshire, alone with her dogs and a garden and a view but she promises not to write about them and would rather live in London.

 

 

One comment

  1. this is lovely Meg. I can really feel the excitement and the tensions!

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