Banquet Blues
I spit bitterness into a teacup of sour currants and curdled milk.
A maiden, I, of the “fairer sex”, detest the way mere crockery is delicately cradled;
Cherished; marvelled; adored.
While our brittle bodies – now adorned to compliment the opulent spiralled porcelain nestled between our Masters’ lips – lay discarded.
Where’s the fairness in that?
By Freddie Barker
Freddie is the Worcestershire Poet Laureate (2024-25) and an energetic ambassador for art in all its forms. During her film degree at Worcester, she has founded Speak Volumes Festival – returning to Worcester for 2025!