Poem 761 – The Cultural Pot

The circling critics mass with clicking keys,
headlines angrily declaring that,
the multicultural culinary dish is dead.
They clearly haven’t tried our bubble and squeak.

Today a Brit, a Turk and a Kuwaiti worked
together, serving food to English neighbours.
Their dishes? Cuisine cooked from diverse cultures,
a blend of ingredients derived from different nations.

And as they did they shared from a common pot
of love and conversation. Send them home?
If we did, we’d find we’re left with silence, vacant
plates and empty hearts; a menu of empty lines.

I had a lovely afternoon today working at our foodbank with two volunteers both of whom have come from our Conversation Cafe for those who speak English and a second language.
(14.01.26)

© Ben Quant 2026

Poem 632 – Cocktail Maths

Can two and two make five?
Depends on who you ask.
A mathematician? No way!

George Orwell? Ask Big Brother…
A parent? Might seem so.
But me? I’m sure it can.

Mix two congregations
and stir to make a drink
tastier than the sum.

Or start a conversation
between two different lands,
and all will be enriched.

A single flag is good
but I prefer a mashup
of loads of different ones.

It’s been a good day! A joint service to start with, an afternoon conversation with friends from our Conversation Café, and praying for local asylum seekers to end the day.
(07.09.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by Kobby Mendez on Unsplash

Poem 412 – Conversation Cafe

We meet on Friday’s, one o’clock;
foreign faces, different tongues.
Talking with stumbling voices and
a trowel, each time we lay another
brick. Slowly a bridge is built
until at last we finally meet.

One of the highlights of the last year has been our Conversation Cafe at church. Each week we meet a group of Kurdish women, who want to improved their conversational English. We’ve gained as much as they have as we’ve got to know them and their culture.
(31.01.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
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