When I woke in the night, there was Mum
sat on the edge of my bed.
Shove over, she said, make me some space.
She was all done up to go out,
her face Max Factor fair,
lips slicked vivid coral,
red hair shiny and newly cut.
Put auburn, she said, not red,
or they’ll think I’m ginger.
She was scrawny when we last met,
mouth agape, skin yellow, eyes sunk.
You’re never going to put that, are you?
Cheeky mare, showing me up so much.
Stilettos clacked on the floorboards.
Come and see, she said,
look at the snow.
Snowflakes whirled so giddy fast
I thought I was falling up.
It’s only a dream, my homing pigeon.
Let me see if you’re hot.
Her hand rested on my forehead.
That’s better, she said,
that’s a nicer thing to write.
Sharon’s poems have most recently appeared on Bluepepper, The Open Mouse, Amaryllis and Ink Sweat and Tears. In 2017 she won the Borderlines Poetry Competition with her poem ‘Tales of Doggerland’ and was also shortlisted for the Bridport Prize.
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