“jampots and butter”

Written for:  The Twiglets - "jampots & butter"

Well butter me up
and slather me with jam–
haven't seen you in ages!

I am a blackberry jampot
thick and fragrant, looking for spot.
A creamy soft butter 
would make my berries flutter.

boy peers in fridge
sees an empty pot of jam
spies fresh block of butter

              A young man was often in a jam
               with a woman of many demands.
                 He ended it one night
                surprised at the sight
            of her tears flowing like a dam.


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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9 Responses to “jampots and butter”

  1. Misky says:

    We still buy our butter in big blocks here, not sticks like in the US. Interesting, eh?


  2. poetrybydebi says:

    How do you always come up with so many different perspectives? Amazing.


  3. Jules says:

    I think one can still find butter in blocks it they look for it.
    I don’t cook with real butter, haven’t in ages.
    Fun reads as always.

    Takes quite a bit of fruit to get just a little bit of jam. Even if you only use half the sugar 😉
    One still has to constantly stir. Though I read you can make small batches in the microwave.


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