Best Flour Poems

Let's All Drink to Lockdown 
by Jan Beaumont ©

I'm normally a social girl
I love to meet my mates
But lately with the virus here
We can't go...

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French Bread
	
	
	Your index finger 
	draws figure-eights 
	in the dusting of flour 
	on the counter top 
	where you lean
	quite casually, 
	watching as I make 
	a loaf...

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Tonight as candles flicker, she is sitting at the table
where her husband sat (before he passed away),
working on his daily crossword puzzles, 
seeming most content...

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How I loved spending a week of the summer holidays with my grandparents. Gramps would come and pick me up in his old pick- up...

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Early in the mourning she rose
She wood fined her boat
Wear she rose across the see two the sure
Their she mustard all her mite
And toad the...

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The grist mill stands by the side of the lake
A bustling flour mill of yesteryear
An eerie place where many people died
If you go inside you...

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You say you want lots of rum? Put it in a big fat drum.
Cooking oils put in drums too. Soy or canola will do.

Put your...

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When you vowed your love, like a fairy, forever,
And fluttered about, like, possessed by new heaven,
I rolled my loneliness like a quilt in cover.
And got...

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You grow so fast, already showing glimpse of awesome creativity
and transform discoveries from the industrious nature of your observations
so squat at my feet and raise...

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I could smell that fresh baked dough, rising up 
through the air. Created from double zero flour,
from Italy, carefully prepared.

A fine effort, was made to...

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I see you
Do you see me peeking at you
From behind the rose bush?
Look at your lovely hair - a tousled mess
Those eyes, gleaming in the...

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Tumble, crumble cornmeal, salted flour 
Stream olive oil
Feed water and toasty yeast with sugar
Crinkle, rumple, crease, and fold
Smooth a silky, doughy globe.

Cover, leave the orb...

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Whats in a name
As i look on the soup
From various backgrounds
And various nooks
 
English, Hispanic 
French too
How did we get the names
Of me and you
...

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Sahara the world's largest - the strictest and warmest desert 
It is an ocean without water - a place of fear blast knuckles on the...

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He prepared the pie
With greatest care
Within the pot 
My brains and hair
For hers had been
A lofty perch 
Just a peg or two
Would never do

Cremated remains
Formed...

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