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!

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