She seared the pan with juices born of struggle Flavoured it with flesh trimmed from her breast
Stirred the mix and waited till it bubbled
Then slowly added in all of the rest
A little bit of jealousy and temper A smidgen of the time when words went wrong
Peppered it with points of view disparate
And, while it simmered, Mother sang the self-same song
Some differences to test the truth of loving Let’s give them colour, creed and poverty
I’ll add a touch of sexual persuasion
Ugliness and beauty that some see
Throw in power and grace and favour Some grievances that keep the cauldron hot
Maybe just a little deviation
Bugger it, I’ll throw in the whole lot
She cackled and she laughed with mirth and struggled
This shouldn’t be so much fun, was what she thought
I ought to love them more than what I’m showing
I’d better put compassion in the pot
Bugger me, she thought, when elbow hit pan
Too much, too little, I may never know
Sod it, now it’s in, I’ll wait and wonder
Some virtual reality for show
I’ll dish it up and dine with them and challenge
From what I’ve seen they like that quite the best
Quizzes, feats of fortune with some bloodlust
My children seem to like being put to test
Oh shit, I nearly left out loving kindness
A mother ought to give that, even some
I’ve given it before and they rejected
But still, I think I should, I’m almost done
I’ll sit out here while pot’s on simmer
I’ll think about these children, ingrates all
Gave them all I had and were they thankful
Not nearly quite enough, and some, not quite at all
The sun set while the mother prayed some
Evil wasn’t part of recipe
But if that’s what they wanted for their dinner
She guessed she had to serve it before tea
highly creative description of the stew whose ingredients are us – if you could, would you just give the bottom a gentle scrape so I can get off the hot spot and hopefully work my way up to the top for a breath of air and a leisurely float
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I’ll scrape if you give me a nudge up with you. 🙂
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I loved it momus, it has a charisma….this is brilliant….and all before tea 😀
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Got to keep writing while I’m cooking, Mark. Promise I stick to tried and tested recipes, even if I do cackle while I’m doing it. 😉
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lol 😀
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😉
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super soup of wit and passion,
a festival of flavoured fashion,
great to read, for it evoked,
your muse amused and thought, provoked.
Loved this, thanks for sharing 🙂
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Thank you, Baldy. Hope you’re all doing well and enjoying your new arrival. 🙂
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sleep is soon to become myth but all good, thank you. Sian and baby Daisie home now and our little family seems complete. Tired but happy 🙂
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Aw, glad they’re home. It won’t be long till you’re in a routine once again. Sleep’s overrated! 😉
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Remember the old nursery rhyme “What are little boys made of?” This reminded me of that, but the grown-up version with all the complexity of perspective and having lived with choices and human imperfection. It’s lovely.
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Thanks, Diana. Nano doesn’t stop the poetry apparently. I’d have the book done by now if I could write it in rhyme. Now there’s a thought. 😉
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Ha ha. Believe me, I’m impressed that you are doing both!
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Done for the day. Poems and Nano. Going for a read now. Not a stroke of housework done. So that’s a bonus. 🙂
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Whew, Anne-Marie, vivid, visceral imagery here. I have to read it several times to properly digest it. 🙂 You are so clever!
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Thanks, Beth. It’s like a movie screen in my head some days. I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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