Breakfast

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How to know someone:
watch as she prepares her breakfast.
The dry brown snow
of cinnamon into porridge.

Toast buttered right to the edges
and cut into triangles
the way it would have been done for her
by someone she loved, once.

She spoons coffee into the pot, hesitates:
adds another half-spoonful.
Every morning, she dips her nose
to the bag of grounds

and if she then holds it towards you
she is trying to find out
if the rich musk will stir
your own memories

of long-gone cafés, old lovers,
and you must smile.

Listen to this poem:

 

Breakfast, A poem by Roisin Kelly

Photo Glass of Heart by Rahim Packir Saibo used under Creative Commons License (BY-2.0)

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About Author

Roisin Kelly is an Irish poet who was born in Belfast and raised in Leitrim. After a year as a handweaver on a remote island in Mayo and a Masters in Writing at National University of Ireland, Galway, she now calls Cork City home.

Her poetry has appeared in POETRY, Blunderbuss, The Dark Horse, The Baltimore Review, the Aesthetica Creative Writing Anthology 2014, and Best New British and Irish Poets 2016 (Eyewear 2016).

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