Poetry Blogs (2017, potato)
Those huge white flakes of fish
And the mashed potato dish
Have stayed in my memory
For sixty years
I remember the potato, creamy soft
Had a seasoned, peppery waft
And the choice of sauces:
Egg or parsley
It must have been a whole side of cod
I remember my grandfather like a god
Slowly stood to serve the fish
Separating the flakes
The etched glass...
Thursday 7th December 2017 2:41 pm
I want to peel potatoes all day long.
I love peeling potatoes because of their lovely round shape
and their lovely little nodules. I like to feel the earthy texture
of their skin and I love to take a potato peeler to them.
Just to feel the knife bite through their skin and to reveal
the white flesh underneath.
There is such joy to behold in ...
Wednesday 7th December 2011 2:55 pm
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