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Welcome to Poetic Licence – a weekly poetry forum, hosted by us, 
featuring words by local poets. This week? Iara Ponte.
Sunday Roast
Thank your mother for the Sunday roast on a Thursday
Thank the wind pulsing through the grass
Thank the sharp turns
And the motorway speed limits that
Pushed me back against my seat
Twisting my stomach like an overcast sky
On a day off
In the winter when the mud turns black
Streets are silent and
Everybody underground stretches their arms out
With a deep sigh,
Sending everyone up to bed by nine
From the humming that vibrates deep in the earth
And boils the kettle, and heats the soup,
Over which white freezing hands trembleÌý
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Iara Ponte is an arts student at Emily Carr. She lives in the West End.
To submit your own poetry to Poetic Licence, email [email protected] with Poetry Column in the subject line. Include your poem, full name, contact details and bio. Only those selected for the column will be contacted.Ìý
