MARCH PAPER POETRY SERIES

Lifetime of Fika One at a Time

A sonnet series part 1 of 4

“Hey, let’s go, slowpoke. Break time’s here in five,” Jim yells and gives this bossy kind of smirk, Mark then replies just as he does arrive, “Not sure if you can really call this work.”

We shovel off that hockey rink. The dogs all run about and bark. We take our swigs. We’re laughing and sitting on upturned logs around a crackling fire of maple twigs.

Raise mugs of coffee with some creme de menthe We pass small talk and box of maple scones, This sun off fresh swept ice sure makes me squint. “More driveways still to shovel,” Jim then moans.

We wouldn’t know what fika was back then. Looked forward to enjoying them again.

Thank you, Indubala Kachhawa, and Paper Poetry for inviting me to write this March poetry series on the theme ‘fika’.

PS: Editorial Note : Paper poetry conducts themed poetry series every month. This month’s theme is of Swedish origin, fika: a moment to slow down and appreciate good things in life. If you want to be a part of this, kindly read this: