PAPER POETRY FIKA SERIES
Lifetime Of Fika Pass The Torch
A sonnet series (part 4 of 4)
As Jim walks past the open casket, He tells Mark, “Boss don’t look bad for eighty three.” Mark says, “Let’s gather out back. I agree. Let’s have ourselves a fika. Boss would be.”
We slip out back with coffee pot in hand and tray of dry Italian cookies. Sit outside and talk. Know Boss would understand. We crouch down low near a propane fire pit.
I say, “Our time here never really ends.” and, “Most of us just go on with our lives so while we’re here let’s try to make amends and step inside this place where fika thrives.”
Mark says, “Pass me a cookie and shut up.” “Pour out that coffee and give me a cup!”
Thank you, Indubala Kachhawa, Suntonu Bhadra, and Carolyn Hastings of Paper Poetry for inviting me to write this March poetry series on the theme ‘fika’.
Links to the first three sonnets in the series are below.
Now it’s time for me to pass the torch to another writer who would like to write for a month on one of Paper Poetry’s thought provoking international word prompts.
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.
