Today’s poem is about divorce.

I’m not sure what inspired it, but it may have had something to do with the yellow primroses that used to grow in our garden when we first moved in.

Since neither of us are particularly green-fingered, it didn’t take long for the weeds to take over.

Two years on, there also aren’t that many primroses left…

I really like the imagery in this poem, particularly the plates with the dried-on roast dinner. I think it says a lot about the state of mind that someone who’s going through a divorce would have.

Yellow primroses peek through weeds. A neatly mowed lawn dies. Fine China plates caked in dried-on roast dinner. A double bed slept in by one.

This poem was originally shared on The Writer’s Cookbook.