These Pancake Days

Had never known the pancake days

Her contribution to that sweetest feast

The land she worked

Had never seen a coffee house

Nor taste inhaled

Fast food a crust too quick consumed

While toil prevailed


Had never heard of internet

Her contribution down across the years

A lonesome sound

Had never seen a telephone

Imagined wireless

Her conversations few and far between

In language under stress


Had never wanted more than home

Her contribution all that any woman wants

Or man could need

Had never thought that there could be

Another way

Nor wished it so

Until that day


Had never once believed that she might find

Her contribution nullified by greed’s desire

And dark intent

Had simply held to land and work

To family and friends

Believed that that would always be

Until her end


Had never plotted, planned or killed

Her contribution life-affirming

Always so

Had shunned all retribution

Though bereft

Held fast to memories in death

While history slept


Had never thought that there would come a time

Her contribution could arise again

And she might live

That one would come from other days

With plan in tow

Would know what she had not

Right wrongs of long ago


Had never thought she might be pivotal

Her contribution wending down through time

A story lives

Had never known, how could she then

That space remembers and relays

Fills in the blanks and notices

Appreciates her ways


Had never known of pancake days

Her contribution to that sweetest feast

Eviction’s hand

Had never once confessed allegiance to a distant throne

Misfortune’s twist

A feudal lord, a flock of sheep

The tethered wrist


Had never once inhaled the bean nor tasted sweet by artifice

Her contribution to that cause

Too distant past in other age

Had never once known circumstance

That changed her ways as that day did

While haunted she her highland home

To simmer there till duty bid


Had never known such vengeance in her heart

Her contribution now a bloodlet thing

A howling cry

Had thrown her past into the present

Outwith all time unto this place

The peat is prepped, the griddle hot

These pancake days

13 thoughts on “These Pancake Days”

  1. I felt that this was relating to you in some way momus…even though you were speaking of another.
    You had connected in some way…an empathy to a lost soul.
    Well written, thank you for sharing her journey 🙂

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    1. I reread it there, after reading your comment, Paul. I like the notion of ‘she’ being my motherland. I suppose she is. The she, though, is a character I’m working on. But you have me thinking now. ‘The day’ is a pivotal moment in her life – part fiction, part fact. Thanks for getting the grey cells going. 🙂

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  2. It all went over my head, maybe because it is so early here, but somehow when you write, images drift up from the lines and I get a vivid sense of your meaning anyway. Always something novel and fresh, Anne-Marie. I hope there will be a book some day. ❤

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