Chrissie Dreier

I love the grasp of a hair in tweezers,

the tug as I pull it from the mole on my chin.

I love fried eggs in a pan, 

the lip-smacking smooches

as their conversation fizzes 

like old lovers reunited after years apart.

I love watching brewed tea and milk collide

love the power I hold with a spoon

as liquids reveal thin, gnarled tendrils 

surrendering into a shade of beige.

I love making popcorn, love 

the children’s faces and open

mouths, as we hear the snaps,

see the quivering lid.

I think what a thrill it would be to throw

my bubbling fury into space

and see scorched clouds 

ignite the sky as they ascend 

sparing nothing.

is a poet from Oxfordshire and mother to three young children. When not writing poetry or parenting, she works for an online educational enterprise for young people.