A clickity-clack against the glass
And the ascending tones of the motor,
Meant mother was going to bake
And the scents would fill every corner.
Whether sweet or savory foods to come
The Old Mixer announced a beginning.
Round and round mother's hands carressed
A batter or dough yielding family grinning.
For years, the Old Mixer sat in the cupboard
Whose worth and purpose to some was deign
Yet many young hands and a few older now
Send generational recipes forward again.
While advancements abound today
That do more than the Old Mixer could,
It isn't the tool, but the heart and love
That nourished our lives for good.
This old, simple servant I smile at now
For it brought us together to feast.
It had no small role in our family bounty
Raising lives, as to dough with yeast.
At the grand old Springtime Mingle Fest,
Folks arrived all groomed and dressed their best.
One wore stripes with dots,
One brought fifteen pots,
And one came in pajamas for “comfort and rest.”
A banker discussed gourmet cheese
With a pirate who sneezed in the breeze.
A poet nearby
Recited to pie,
While bees chased a man through the trees.
A lady named Myrtle from Maine
Danced wildly like runaway rain.
She twirled with a mop,
Knocked over the punch pot,
Then blamed it entirely on Spain.
A shy little fellow named Clyde
Tried mingling but mostly just sighed.
He smiled at a chair,
Spilled soup in his hair,
Then proudly announced, “Socialized!”
Two cats crashed the gathering hall,
Ignoring good manners and all.
They stole half the fish,
Licked every dish,
Then napped on the mayor’s best shawl.
The music grew louder at nine;
An uncle attempted to shine.
He moonwalked too hard,
Fell straight in the yard,
And rose saying, “Just part of the line!”
By midnight the minglers agreed
That chaos was all they would need.
For though things went wrong,
They laughed loud and long—
And friendship grew faster than weed.
oiled cast iron black
preheating pan in oven —
weevils in cornmeal
10/13/2020
Suspicious stingrays mix with tourists as the torrid waves cover our eyes.
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Mixer parts from Ebay
Modified~ no, used~yes
Macaroons made quickly
Majestic beauties browned
Magnificent flavors
My! though; the costs exceeds
My everything this month
New form I've tried called Pleiades
This is not an entry to the contest..
My mother gave me her old Dormeyer Mixer years ago
when she broke the bowl that went to it and daddy got
her a new mixer..It still works after about 50 years of use
I am now trying to find a bowl that will replace the old
one that will really work..
Ideas become reality in your belly
Raw ingredients are added for effect
Laboured limbs inject liquid food
It begins, sounds signal transformation
A cacophony of notes orchestrate
A fusion of materials cleverly made
Atoms collide as water subsides
Dry mixture almost expertly tied
Your creation up to imagination
Never the master of your own destiny
Your loins rhythmic to the fixation
Of another genius creating beautifully
A mansion, castle or glorified shed
All born from your glowing womb
Expectations destroyed and met
Artistic design from your living tomb
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