My mother stays up very late.
At two a.m. she washes dishes,
at three the steam iron hisses.
Domestic responsibilities discharged,
she consults the Materia Medica,
does some arithmetic,
composes lines of poetry
by the sinking light of a turf fire.
Before dawn there is still time
and complicated revenge plots
with metaphysical elements.
Left to my own devices,
I wonder if I too might do
my best work after midnight?
The daylight hours reserved only
for tea drinking, long distance phone calls,
Bio: Georgia Hilton is an Irish poet and fiction living in Winchester, England. She has a pamphlet I went up the lane quite cheerful and a collection Swing both published by Dempsey and Windle (UK). Georgia has an MA in Creative and Critical Writing from the University of Winchester and is married with three children. She tweets occasionally at @GGeorgiahilton