Read: today’s made-up word


Ramona Herdman


I’m settled, now. Each spring, I know,

the house across from the shop

puts out its plastic daffs

on the table, in the bay.


And long ago and far away

my dead dad sneaks, overnight,

to plant a plastic yellow bunch

of fakes amongst his lover’s flowerbeds

(before she died, this is) – a tease

that took her in, almost to August.


This is the way the seasons go.

The way someone unseen puts out

a weird and plastic tribute. Out of love,

we have to hope.


This piece of writing is featured in PEN’s e-book, “The Dictionary of Made-Up Words”, made in partnership with the European Commission Representation in the United Kingdom. Read the whole book!




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