At Granny's House
Three CinquainsGranny’s kitchen
Baking
the best sponge cake
crammed full of jam and cream,
and afterwards, licking the spoons…
Yummy!
Granny’s Garden
Roses
scramble skyward.
Scented petals open
for bumble-bees to buzz from bloom
to bloom.
Granny’s Attic
Ladders
up to a space
filled with forgotten things.
Searching for treasure and finding…
Spiders!
Baking
the best sponge cake
crammed full of jam and cream,
and afterwards, licking the spoons…
Yummy!
Granny’s Garden
Roses
scramble skyward.
Scented petals open
for bumble-bees to buzz from bloom
to bloom.
Granny’s Attic
Ladders
up to a space
filled with forgotten things.
Searching for treasure and finding…
Spiders!
This poem is copyright (©) Corrine Leith 2024
About the Writer
Corrine Leith
Corrine lives in Leicestershire and loves to walk her dogs over fields on frosty mornings. She writes flash fiction, children’s stories, and dabbles in poetry. Corrine likes magic and monsters and wanders around with her head full of fairy tales. She has been published online and in print including Mslexia, Dream Well Writing, Flash Fiction Festival and Scottish Arts Trust.
