Wednesday, 15 May 2019

The Last of The Oxford Marmalade

Congealed and dark, the marmalade
within the jar, has not been paid
attention to for weeks.   Marmite,
that other English 'marm', of night-
black, salty, treacle darkness made,
has been in the ascendant; strayed
into morning's territory, preyed
upon my slimmer's mind, with spite
congealed and dark.
And now I feel I have betrayed
Frank Cooper's," Oxford" Vintage, played
fast and loose, neglected coarse, bright,
bitter, sweet, thick, Seville delight.
And now it's dry, the marmalade -
congealed and dark.

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