(If the baby is crying, feed the mother)

The garden was a witch’s kitchen
of wild blue borage, heartsease,
hyssop and sage, dotted with
chamomile and comfrey,
fennel for a colicky baby
raging at a dry breast
while grandma,
calm among
the chaos,
plucked milk thistle,
made it into tea,
succoured me.

Pia Goddard


Pia Goddard is a London-based poet, performing her work with two local poetry groups, the rye poets and Southwark Stanza. She trained as a sculptor and has worked as a fine art photographer and poet for the last twenty years. Find her online at

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