Market Day

By Paul Robert Mullen

they pick local herbs from local gardens
fresh fish from the pier
the best rump steak from old joe’s farm
veggies with a sheen from
dawn markets on the promenade

picking the best is artistry, he smiled
cupping gleaming caulies and broccoli stems like trophies
placing them in his basket as though
newborn pups

it made me glad to be back in England
watching 5am smiles
pulling away in ageing, cosy vans
waving at the competition
tender white rollers lapping the edge
of the cove like tongues
eager to be fed

Paul Robert Mullen is a poet, musician and sociable loner from Southport, near Liverpool, UK.  He is a keen traveller, having lived and worked in China and Australia, and has scaled the entirety of Asia.  He has three published poetry collections: curse this blue raincoat (2017), testimony (2018), and 35 (2018).  He also enjoys Leonard Cohen, bass guitar riffs, porridge, paperback books with broken spines, and all things minimalist.

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