The Last Breakfast

Breakfast outside 
Regardless
Summer as taut as
An elastic band
Fully stretched
Eeking out
The last hours
Already there is change;

How we have grown to fear it.

The threads of
Halcyon days by sea or river
Begin to sever their clarity
As memories merge
And leaves fall to the ground;

Expectations out-way the reality.

There’s a slight chill
In the air
A soughing on
The fingers of the wind
Clouds across the sky.

Still the plates are laid
Honeyed figs and ginger
As an offering
For the last breakfast
A symbol of summer

To keep.









3 thoughts on “The Last Breakfast

  1. Dear Ruth, I have been asked by the committee of the Sidmouth Poetry Readers Society if you would be interested in being our visiting poet at our coffee morning in November? There are two possible dates , either Wednesday 16th or Wednesday 23rd of November 2022, the venue is to be confirmed, but probably at one of the Sidmouth hotels. The time is 10.0 – 12.0 and the payment would be £70. We would ask you to talk about your work (your back ground, your approach to writing and inspiration etc ), and read your work. If you would be interested, please could you let me know asap. My landline is 01395597346, if you want to know more. Many thanks, Penny Lamb

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