Apron Poems - Poems about Apron

...Today I hit the kitchen With my apron neatly tied, Preparing many recipes My file did provide. For each year on the holiday, I measure, chop and mix, To make the dishes that tradition Taught......Read the rest...

...Her apron, a contemporary artwork of burnt umbers and raw siennas - dripping like happy tears, this, her tailcoat tux - a conductor with a basting spoon... Culinary command of pot and ket......Read the rest...

...Woven worlds of women Stitched together by pleasure and pain Colorful quilting language But at the core the subject the same How to make something from nothing How to surf the teal tides of lif......Read the rest...

...Suddenly, blocks of rain swiftly came like a drummer on black cocaine striking the roof in such a peculiar way. Next, the thunder came pounding like God bearing down from heaven's breast onto t......Read the rest...

...An old-fashioned girl who cooks things from scratch You will never find another like her, she has no match Her kitchen is retro, she has ways that grandma knows. Recipes in her hands take on glimm......Read the rest...

...January 13th 2024 - Happy Lxv-th birthday Matthew Scott Harris date of conception:? ~ Late March – mid April 1958. date of parturition: January xiii, mcmlix. date of expiration:? January i, emi......Read the rest...

...Plank & axle Poem Lionel Derbyshire Two lad's halted child And mature men bolted out One chose the plank The other the axle And laboured hard The slog they had to do For a commission They......Read the rest...

...They call it pancake ice. Flipping our minds. Imagine the river as maple syrup. Mama’s at the shore in an old-fashioned apron, smiling, waiting to see if we feast on all the pancakes. That i......Read the rest...

...Susie slipped bits of food into her apron pockets. Ran down to the pond, with her prettiest lockets. Showed the baby ducks her loot, crackers and stuff. She likes animals so well said her Grandma ......Read the rest...

...Noel set me off. Memories, permutations, Eating paper. My mother in her apron. Dad with the black bin bag Ready to bin the now useless wrapping and I thought. As I heard my children screa......Read the rest...

...it’s an endless void of emptiness in a starkness filled with play it’s a synonym of every dream in an antonym yet to try it’s a darkened apron of inkiness in a sparkling bejewelled sea ......Read the rest...

...We, with the geometry and evening balance of our midcentury hands—gently lower the cloche over the day between us. It is a nightly ritual, gravity-driven, habit built over time, the g......Read the rest...

...I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub (a poetic partial fiction blended, diced, fricaseed, marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, stewed... with fact) Hmm... ......Read the rest...

...Time moves quickly, catching me unaware. It seems just yesterday I was a child growing up. Yet in a way, it seems like eons ago. I wonder where all the years went. I know I’ve lived them all and f......Read the rest...

...No not the kind you get from a packet oh no not that kind this one has little bits of chicken in it, with onions you can find I start with chicken base and add fresh grated garlic to it turmuric......Read the rest...