A poem by Matthew Stewart

 
Formica

An ochre dusk through the window,
stewed apples sighing from the hob
and slippers squeaking back and forth
on the lino. Mum’s become Gran,
Son now Dad, but a boy still plays
at the same Formica table.
This kitchen’s hub, its ersatz knots
are giving off a perfect shine.
 
(published in The Rialto, Issue 70 and in Inventing Truth)
 
 
Matthew Stewart lives between Extremadura, Spain, and West Sussex, England.
Happenstance Press published his first pamphlet collection, Inventing Truth, in April 2011, followed by a second chapbook, Tasting Notes, in September 2012.