Merry Christmas and Good-Bye to 2015!

I will now go on a blog hiatus until the New Year, as I spend the next two weeks preparing wintry treats, wandering around Christmas markets, playing board games and watching old films, skating and skiing, hiking on snow-filled country lanes and coming home to a crackling fire to roast chestnuts… In my dreams!

More realistically: watching the children play video games, watching inane Christmas specials, slaving over food no one else wants to eat, trying to persuade kids to change out of their pyjamas… Whichever scenario comes true, time-consuming tasks one and all, so Part 2 of the Silenced Writers may have to wait until 2016.

‘There are years that ask questions and years that answer’ said Zora Neale Hurston. 2014 asked many profound questions of me, while 2015 was a year of waiting far too long for answers. So I won’t be sorry to see the end of it. Third time lucky, right?

A very merry Christmas to you all, a heartfelt thought to all of you who may not be feeling too cheerful at this time of year, and may 2016 bring you good health, much joy and lots of excellent (and extreme) reading!


Breaking Bread

Let me help you break the bread

with my family this holiday.

You step over the threshold, ignore the salt,

admire the braided beauty on the plate.

Chew it and savour,

linger on the aftertaste of generations’ toil.

Your family has a Domesday entry.

Mine is self-sufficient.

Grains are the pride of every house: maize and wheat,

we pat our mămăligă,

we mould our bread with tears and laughter,

age plum brandy in lop-sided barrels,

magic forth the salt from deep mines.

For what more do you need

for your gut to be satiated

for merriment to bubble up

and your face to flush with our endless questions?

Welcoming guests with bread, salt and drink. From
Welcoming guests with bread, salt and drink. From

Over at dVerse Poets we are talking bread in all its forms, getting ready for the holidays.