I take back what you have stolen and in your languages I announce I am now nameless.
My true name is a growl.
Margaret Atwood

8 July 2018

untitled (love's labours lost)

of what measure -
hand-sifted flour before the pressure
kneading dough
or
the slightly tart scent
of bee balm
stately in wild winds
a sweet flower
but only for the hummingbird's beak
(I envy whirring wings)
and of the marvel of an egg
yellow disc slipping
held on the ringing bowl
rimmed crack
such easy viscosity
of simple curiosity
so tiny this jeweled bird
yielding an egg
I compare its size to a button
(I smell yeast's sharpness)
see her focused, turning plying
stretching in an apron so stained
soiled after hundreds of flour bleached washings
a bottom lip slightly out-put
in the final punch down
this bun wed to the oven
only a memory on my tongue
as her blouse strains
under pressure of breasts
swinging in alphabetic-numerical code constraints
(I am in awe of this secret, tough love tender language)
waiting for the rise and fall
of easier breath

[labouring to make bread]

written for Paul's Peace is every Step @ Real Toads
(not linking up as the prompt was on July 5th)

4 comments:

  1. There's the numbers again, mixed slyly in with the flour and eggs. It's a baker's dozen of things remembered, needed, sweet and tart both.

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    1. it's all in the numbers?
      LOL - dunno -
      actually I was thinking of those older women, the ones who end up with these huge breasts - and those old, tired brassieres, with epic sizing and all of that .... and how crazy it all seemed to a young 'un - so that's the numbers - kind of .... and measuring ... well, depends on how one "cooks/bakes" ....

      just a small word dalliance to try to shift my brain into something "other" than smelt-down

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  2. You captured memories of my grandmother (not quite that busty) making bread; the wonder that hummingbird and yeast bring to the world -- each takes flight and in the shimmer, something new is born.
    Oh course, I never read the prompt, lol, and picture both nature and nurture in the words -- a setting captured as a vignette.
    Probably NOT at all your meaning/intention/interpretation.
    Hope you don't smelt-down.

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    1. Hiya! You made it! Will wonders of wizardry never cease! (I was so surprised to see the comment made it!)

      Actually, your reading/interpretations are most apt and correct - nature - nurture - and just trying to "peace" (brawhahaha) something, cobble something - into a, yes, vignette.

      (I'm listening to ravens/crows in some form of crawing distress, signaling to others, this early afternoon - wonder what has them all a flutter? no hummingbird hanging about this day - yet, maybe later)

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thanks for sharing your thoughts, I greatly appreciate it.