Mealtimes by Sue Burge
- Jul 25
- 1 min read
Mealtimes
the dining table lies in state ringed with antique chairs
but every meal is taken at the white formica breakfast bar
even Sunday roast spreading its fatty tendrils on the cooling plates
four teak stools in a row facing a blank wall each brushstroke visible
the food tastes of resignation my father simmers with the potatoes
the knives and forks are just knives and forks the formica is heat resistant
the plates are more interesting than the food
and when my father bangs his fist our cabbage shifts just a little
Sue Burge is a freelance tutor, mentor and editor based in North Norfolk. Her poems have been published in a wide range of journals and feature in themed anthologies on science fiction, modern Gothic, illness, Britishness, endangered birds, WWI and Laurel and Hardy. Sue's first pamphlet, Lumière (2018 Hedgehog Poetry Press) explores Paris’s cinematic and literary legacy; her second pamphlet, The Saltwater Diaries (Hedgehog Poetry Press) was published in 2020. She has three collections out with Live Canon: In the Kingdom of Shadows, Confetti Dancers and The Artificial Parisienne. The latter examines her edgy on-going relationship with Paris. Her eco-angst collection, watch it slowly fade, was published by Yaffle Press in July 2025.

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