collards are simmering
and she is back
in steam tinted glasses
I see her
rolling the pastry
strewing flour
on the board
like rose petals
and she is back
in steam tinted glasses
I see her
rolling the pastry
strewing flour
on the board
like rose petals
Kay, your heartfelt emotions are successfully conveyed through vivid, concrete imagery.
ReplyDeleteI like the contrast of colors portrayed in the opening and closing lines.
Your poem reminds me of my mother's recipe. I'm going to call her later tonight.
Many thanks for sharing your beautifully-crafted poem.
Chen-ou
Thanks, Chen-ou. I'm very glad you liked it, and that it had a familiar feel to it. I'm sure your mother was very happy to hear from you. :)
ReplyDeleteTake care,
Kay