my grandmother walking home on Sundays wore a cotton dress past the bodgies slouched by the wall winter through summer winklepicker shoes pointed didn’t feel the cold ready to flick never stopped quick snap in her life on a back country farm we focus on their ankles garbed in socks took her sick child to hospital ankles garbed in socks of shocking pink and lime never saw her darling again shocking pink and lime except in a photograph the colours of the words imprinted on the love hearts we buy from the milk bar (c) Helen McKinlay It is important to be bold as poets but not always easy. Recently for fun, my poetry group decided to try writing three in one poems. There are many ways to do this and we all interpreted the topic differently. Having had a busy week I was unenthusiastic and decided to take a short cut. I made a random choice of two previously written poems and taking the first half of each, I put them together. The lines in italics are from a poem about my grandma who lived in the backcountry of NZ and lost a young child to meningitis. The others are from a poem about my young self, walking home past a group of bodgies… I am intrigued at how well the lines worked togther and added meaning, for me anyway. Please return to Tuesday Poem , check out Sarah’s editorial and view the great selection of poems in the sidebar.