Barley for Oats

by Lizzy Huitson


We baked them cakes for dancing on.

Webbed footprints in the icing, stolen crumbs.

They sucked drops of the richest wine

and nibbled the best apples, the ones

sweet as jellybeans.

We heard their laughter, a noise

like a horse fed spirits,

sinking into the dawn.

They left us gingerbread coins

and barley for oats,

barley for oats.