Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Michigan Apple Pie

This morning, there was
a cup and a quarter of flour, with its nubbly surface reminding me
of the old-fashioned patterned white bedspread in our room.

There were
ten tablespoons of cold butter, such a sweet yellow,
like November sun above the newly bare trees outside our kitchen.

Funny how a twelve-inch circle of dough
can fit into a nine inch pie pan, by rolling and unfurling it
with the pin. Did you know how your smile captivated me, and still does?

I like a lattice top--
there is an art to weaving the strips one over the other,
inviting and concealing, both. I say "I love you" every day, then hold my peace.

Right now, I can smell the apples
in the oven, and some still in the green bowl I always use,
sliced and ready, but too many. Still, I'm in no hurry to put them away.

Tonight, there will be pie--
you will have seconds, then smile and say how full you are.
That is your favorite moment, but as I rinse dishes before coming to bed,

I'll be thinking of morning, and how the kitchen was clean, quiet and ready.
_______

For Play It Again Toads #23. I used Bjorn's "Time Travel" challenge, which asks for a poem using past, present and future tenses. 

18 comments:

  1. Oh my goodness, I love the sound of this life, and this kitchen. Sigh.

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  2. The smell of apple-pie is the best sign of love ever. If there is something that I think belongs in poetry is smell... Wonderful

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  3. Mmm...I love the way your poems make me feel them. What a gift you have, Shay.

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  4. The lines are sweet, the images crisp, the undercurrent juicy... Whoops, I went too far with that last one.

    As alaways, brilliant, Shay.

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  5. Agree with all the above comments--really lovely--sweet, fulfilling, "poignant"--a word overused but apt here. And best of all, has pie. (And apples) (Bonus--green bowl.) k.

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  6. Lovely pieces of yellow, November, lattice work & love.

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  7. LOVE. Truth how the shapes and colors and all take us back. Love the bedspread especially

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  8. I keep coming back to this, over and over again. And every time I taste it, it's every bit as delicious as my first bite.

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  9. Wistful, evocative, I can throw adjectives at this all day, but I'll never touch its sweetness with words--this is just beautiful, like light on water, like the smell of home.

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  10. This was a magnificent write, juxtaposing the living act of baking with relationship memories. This was especially wonderful as I'm on a one day fast, so it was hard to read and not lust for pie. La la Mosk

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  11. so sensuous, really a beautiful piece

    much love...

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  12. Shay, don't you are interested to make a meat pie next time =^x^=

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  13. Really beautiful work, Shay...I love the closing...I can relate to that feeling, too.

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