Jen Feroze
and the guy I read about
who can taste the London Underground Map.
Maida Vale tangs with marmalade pith;
Tower Hill’s a ginger beer ring pull, spice and fizz;
Queensway is thick, sweet, rimmed with cream.
This is about the falling, mind you,
not necessarily the landing.
I think about my mum’s best friend –
colourblind, defining hues on others’ terms.
Blue like curtains. Red like flowers.
It’s like that, isn’t it? Words like joy
and gasp and shiver and daydream
offering up their red and blue innards,
asking you to take a bite.
Jen Feroze lives by the sea in Essex. Her work has recently appeared in publications including Under the Radar, Magma, Poetry Wales and Butcher’s Dog. She was a winner of the 2022/2023 Magma Editors’ Prize, and her debut pamphlet is forthcoming with Nine Pens.
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