Floury Poems - Poems about Floury

...In glamor-light of sunset a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive and revive a sepia sky-scene— unworldly woolgatherers gather spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns of debutantes dancing with ......Read the rest...

...Piggery Diggery Hungry, I stuffed I chewed, I swallowed Lunchtime sweets Floury treats Icing sweetmeats, Burp Sturp Stop The Cup Cakes......Read the rest...

...There was a fight in the pantry Peas and carrots were in dispute The sugar and pepper were shaking And the cinnamon followed suit! The pickles deftly grabbed the flour And threw it across the ......Read the rest...

...Winter reminds me of wet coats in the hall and the smoky kitchen heat, of large logs sizzling, exerting their wetness on the hearth stone; cut fresh from the garden, they fill the flagged floor ......Read the rest...

...fast plunging gannets churning the sea white with spray - mothers floury hands.......Read the rest...

...The turf fires glow reduced to ash A million years of bog history As I watched the glowing embers My mind took me back To a nearly forgotten time When the turf ruled the hearths And cranes swu......Read the rest...

...Just a few lines I hereby write to let you know that I, in my entirety am still alive, care I give, when with pen perceiving you so slow the words upon these lines, just in time will arrive. You will......Read the rest...

...She wakes up before dawn. Mounts her cardbox cubicle on the pavement at a street corner. It is chilly and windy. Without delay she pours cooking oil into the aluminum container perched on a......Read the rest...

...BEFORE the initiator’s blade I stand Before me a circle of floury totem On my lap and lip the future rests Found in legend the call and tradition And I Must fulfill and depart......Read the rest...

...- Tom sat fer-nent the table within a smoker's chair A table pot of pra-tes and bacon quivers there The cook an apron dirty wipes the grease and clears her throat She cooks her husband dinner the c......Read the rest...

...Mother’s Scones In our kitchen, a pleasant noise Mum is baking, oh joy of joys. And while she bakes she hums along, To Denver’s tune of ‘Annie’s song’ I take a breath, my eyes they close A ......Read the rest...