Writings

Gulping gullets like a gannet with a fish,
Goat grabs a tea towel from a washing line
A cream cake at the café for one delicious wish,
To dine!
In flippers and a face mask rip open tinned sardines
Grab a fork and spear them
Or spoon in cold baked beans
Like a cowboy desperado
Ravines on the range
Forget your table manners
With the ninety-seven Grange
Fill your mouth with anything
To satisfy desire,
Spill hot gravy down your cleavage
To quench your hunger fire

Ivana Plucinski’s origins are in Slovakia; she resides in Germany and writes in English language as non native speaker poetry and essays; currently her musings on life explore both physical and metaphysical relationships with and emphasis on nonlinearity within free verse poetry and strictly disciplined poetry and essays. She wrote a larger amount of text and is currently compiling her work in order to get published.

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