Monday, November 5, 2012

Recipe

I live
in a tiny house with gingerbread trim.
I live
on molasses cookies
and moonlight falling across my body and my bed.

I come out
to tend my purple night blooms.
I know one song;
I sing it to myself.

I keep seven cats. I sleep until noon.
And always,
I think of nothing, and no one
but you.
_______

30 comments:

Helen said...

Recipe for the perfect life? Here's to moonbeams covering our bodies every night of our lives.

Cloudia said...

I could see myself
as the protagonist
of this poem.

As you know, simplicity simply appeals mightily to my simple self

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Margaret said...

This is so simply sweet. If only life were so peaceful.

I love Catblossom's face! I just LOVE cats. Can't remember a time without them.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Sounds like a great recipe to me!

HermanTurnip said...

To live in such a sweet place, but to harbor such obsessive thoughts. I'm not sure how to feel about this one. Nicely done!

Shawna said...

The recipe is for molasses cookies. But the speaker is only telling us how delicious they are, even if eaten alone. As she discreetly folds the worn, stained page into thirds, she recites this poem and places the recipe just beyond our reach and understanding. It is only for her and her "you."

The second stanza is my favorite, but I savored every word several times. It is simple, straightforward, sad, and beautiful.

I love that this could be a poem expressing romantic love, or it could be for a lost grandmother or mother. It is perfectly vague while capturing such lovely details, like the purple night blooms.

TexWisGirl said...

idyllic yet so longing.

Sioux said...

Another lovely love poem. This is so sweet, Shay.

hedgewitch said...

Life is good when things are simple. This feels like the quintessential dream state, where everything is molasses slow and sweet, and you can almost hear the cats whispering feline wisdom from the foot of the bed.

Abin Chakraborty said...

intriguing stuff.has she been left abandoned by her love?

Kerry O'Connor said...

Sounds frighteningly like me...
(I really do have the gingerbread trim on my front porch - here we call it broekielace)

ayala said...

Sounds delightful :)

Lynn said...

A recipe for someone's life. :) Love that.

Shawna said...

I think it's likely her love died long ago (time enough to acquire seven cats). And if she sleeps until noon, she is likely older, perhaps retired. This might be a husband lost at war or sea. Or it could be someone she just wasn't able to be with in the end. But either way, she has found contentment in her simple joys: home, baking, flowers, music, cats, moonlight.

I love that "I live" is used twice. "I live" and "I come out" are central themes here. You have revealed your true self and are possibly alone for it. But nevertheless, you live (whereas before, you did not).

I loved your e-mail; I will write you back later today. Time to get the crew ready for school! Let me know if you need a new list.

Daryl said...

7 cats might be too many but everything else seems just exactly right ...

Mary said...

Ah, this recipe seems to be receiving mixed reviews. Some would savor the life presented here, some would not. As for me, I would pass on the seven cats.

Carrie Burtt said...

A recipe that would be lovely to try! Always a pleasure to visit your blog Shay. Hope all is well with you and yours these days. :-)

Carrie Burtt said...

...and I do have seven cats....but I am going through a seperation....so my husband is the one keeping them all....i guess you could call him the crazy cat man. :-)

Herotomost said...

I want an entire book about this woman. A fanciful and interesting characterization that makes me want to get lost in her world. Great job.

RMP said...

sounds like a tasty place to reside. I'm surprised the cats don't eat you out of house and home (literally).

Karen said...

I can see her singing her one song, thinking her one thought, living her one life. I love the hint of obsession!

Susan said...

I love molasses, but still think this is just too much sugar to believe! Yet, I keep the recipe . . . a favorite.

Sara said...

The title is perfect for this delightful and delicious poem.

I also like the new picture...catblossom? I like her way of thinking, as well.

Hope life is treating kindly.

Shawna said...

I'm ready for a new poem, sweet pea. :) And thanks again for what you said over there. ---> It really makes me smile. Have I mentioned lately that you're awesome?

wkkortas said...

It's offbeat, but not in a showy or self-congratulatory and intentionally ironic manner. It's charming as opposed to hipster, if that makes any sense.

wkkortas said...

It's offbeat, but not in a showy or self-congratulatory and intentionally ironic manner. It's charming as opposed to hipster, if that makes any sense.

Mama Zen said...

How beautiful is this? I want to sleep until noon, too.

Kay L. Davies said...

Delightful, Shay.
K

myheartslovesongs.com said...

{{{sigh}}} LOVE the ending! well... love, Love, LOVE the entire poem!!!

jennifer anderson said...

i like that