Redolent Scent

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics:  Waiting for a poem . . .  (posted by SarahSouthwest)

“Tonight, I want you to write a poem of anticipation. Maybe you’re hoping for something wonderful, maybe you’re afraid of retribution, maybe you’re just desperate to get off the bus.”

You have mixed, kneaded,
and rolled; dough pulls away 
from sides of bowl.  Cover,
and wait for it to rise–
three times. Loaves
are in the oven. Keep
peeking to be sure they
are expanding in the pan.
Butter softens in readiness,
knives are laid out. Stomach
growls. When? How much time
does it need to cool?

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Redolent Scent

  1. lynn__ says:

    Ooooh, I can smell that homemade bread…yum!


  2. Oh, I love this. I like the way you reference the long wait – the three risings – but keep it in the now of waiting for it to cool. I do like a tight, domestic poem, this brings so many images with it for me.


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