I wrote this poem as my autistic son went on work experience this week in a cafe, and they paid him £4 so he was thrilled!

You come in clutching
your pound coins - Four!

Your face glows, peacock 
proud. The coins reek

of dirty tables and 
overpriced food. People

who maybe wish
for a plate of chips

not eggs benedict or
a salmon vol au vent

You edge amongst 
the punters, break your

voice through the mirror.
The glass slices your

tongue, the autism a gash
but they say one day

you may even be 'normal'
But why?

© Sarah Drury 2023


I wrote this poem last year, after a special moment with my son last Christmas…


It is civilised,
beans on toast swished down
with non-alcoholic Chardonnay.

Generic classical music, Radio 3,
Silence from lips often throwing
flames and shrapnel.

‘This is awkward’ you say,
sophisticated words,
and we share a movie moment.

You read a poem,
and for a time, I feel 
Bohemian, and 

I forget 
that life is not art. 

© Sarah Drury 2021

Winter Solstice 2022

Hope everyone had a happy solstice and Yule, and wishing you a very merry Christmas with everything beautiful for 2023! Here’s a little poem I wrote!

The sun has slipped below
the monarchy of the moon
its cool, harsh Winter glare
clings on, a moment longer

From here, the days have turned
The daylight stretches out its
icy respiration, Pagan gods
and goddesses scatter

blessings on the crackling
mirror-glaze Earth
the sparking lanterns
lifting jovial voices into

balmy, freeze-breath skies.
We merrily turn our faces 
upwards, praise the solstice
pray for hope reborn. 

© Sarah Drury 2022