Sunday Lunch

Hello Poetry Lovers

Yes, I thought that title would draw you in.

So many memories of the aroma of roast lamb and other enticements. It was always the roast potatoes for me.

However, clever and wonderful poet Trisha Broomfield does an interesting take on this subject, and how Sunday lunches can be reinvented. And unrecognisable!

I think her piece expresses our own thoughts very well. Do read on

Sunday Lunch (a pantoum)

Crispy Squid and Halloumi fries
I swear that’s what I overheard
no mention, steak and kidney pies
or thick sponge pud with lemon curd

I swear that’s what I overheard
the man who ordered at the bar
or thick sponge pud with lemon curd
I don’t think squid will get him far

Gyoza lighter than a bird
no suet dumplings like Nan cooked
I don’t think squid will get him far
how comfort food is over-looked

no suet dumplings like Nan cooked
has Sunday lunch now come to squid?
How comfort food is over-looked
and costing more than a few quid

has Sunday lunch now come to squid?
No mention, steak and kidney pies
and costing more than a few quid
crispy Squid and Halloumi fries.

©TB 2025

What a terrific piece! This really sums up how the Sunday traditional meal has been reinvented. Think I’ll stick to the old tradition! Thank you so much, Trisha. A great pantoum.

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back with more poetry action real soon….