I remember grandma
A tin of boiled sweets
All of them
Tasting of mints
Making model ships
Bought in the local toy shop
The Turpitz

The garden
Full of fruit trees
The ground
Covered in fruit
The fruit
Covered in bees

How long can I sit
In the greenhouse?
How hot will I get?
How red are the tomatoes?
How much will I sweat?

The upside-down loose tea rocket
Delivering its payload
At the press of a button
Grandma’s tea
Caught between
The Victorian past
And the plastic future
In a time-warp
Of
‘It’s not rocket science’