Jan Oskar Hansen Poet Blank verse

Mixed Memory

A Mixed Memory 

When mother made gateau for someone’s birthdays
I beat the cream using a steel whisker. Boring work 
before the cream thickened and could be spread on
the cake, but it was worth it, as I got to lick bowl. 
I thought of this as a tempest whipped the sea into
a froth. In the galley I had a mix-master and could
whisk up cream in no time, only I didn’t have the real
stuff , had to use condensed milk but I didn’t feel 
inclined to lick its residue. The tempest blew into 
storm, the ship was jumping about like an untrained
colt refusing to have a rider on its back. Life boats
 smashed, ship railings too we only hoped she could 
ride out the storm. In Hamburg I walked ashore and 
ate a piece of Black Forest Gateau, awe-inspiring. 
And to sit in a coffee shop that didn’t throw me off 
my chair like demented colt.

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Kathryn Collins March 20, 2012 at 2:09 AM Dear Jan, as usual, very inventive. Another favorite. As my grandson says, you "rock" (and roll) love, Kathy Jan Oskar Hansen March 20, 2012 at 4:27 AM thank you Kathryn

Ilene Bauer March 9, 2012 at 5:45 PM i love the way you wove the memory of helping your mother bake with being on a stormy sea (with its froth). the mixture worked very well and created a delicious poem! Jan Oskar Hansen March 10, 2012 at 4:14 AM thank you Ilene

Marty Owens March 9, 2012 at 1:35 PM Hey jan oskar, nice poem...it makes me want some gateau...have a good day..Marty Jan Oskar Hansen March 9, 2012 at 2:36 PM thank you Marty