Warm Up to NaPoWriMo 2018 – 31.3.2018

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Write a poem of love for an object.

 

A   Cake   or   a Sandwich

 

Cups lose their handles.

A disc round and shiny:

it being battered carries

no sound resounding and

nothing there to attract me

I could perhaps say.

 

It speaks to the pragmatic;

and why not the sentimentality of years,

so long in the past but the first

memories are those most remembered.

Like how difficult it was, that small plate

to dislodge, from a Christmas stocking

reluctant to spill its contents. It stays with me

that sharp eager battle and always since then

we have been friends.

 

How easy the cup, lodged penultimate

in the stocking’s heel, and lastly

the orange; the gift of one item of fruit

such a luxury, so that I set it aside for later.

Turned then to that weak handled cup

and it’s accompanying saucer which

to me in those most meagre of years

was awesome.

 

But the most cherished remains the bread

and butter plate. The set of three made of tin.

First to go was the cup and then perhaps

the saucer was used for the cats and their food:

both now lost. But the plate, small as plates go,

has remained useful. It keeps company with

my flour sifter; its own stand upon, and that too

is about to be replaced. But the little plate

goes on and on. I, who am not much of

a cook, have had much joy and use of it. We

long gave up hope of its ever holding for me

a cake or a sandwich , my little tin plate and me.

It is sweet and it is useful as it is.

 

Benita Kape © 31.3.2018

 

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