During the first lockdown there was only banana and strawberry Angel Delight available locally, but at least it was sunny outside. Thankfully my sister and Nina Penlington posted supplies.
This second lockdown butterscotch Angel Delight is back with us but the weather (and government) is bleak.
The Shelves Seven Months Empty of Angel Delight
The small comforts
can be enough
to get us through.
I have an idea
of what better times
were.
These Covid days
are a whisk
to the milk
of human kindness.
I well remember
a rent I could afford,
a pint in a pub
and being bored.
There’s banana
up for grabs:
we are surviving at least.
Is that keen,
chemical smell
a fond memory,
a longing,
or the start
of quarantine?
The texture;
I’m not sure,
clean, crisp, sheets,
or three month
duvet cover?
I do not remember
what butterscotch
feels like
or how it tastes.
Tim Wells