Happy Poetry Friday!
If you know me, you might know that I am a big fan of Mary Oliver. One of my favorite poems of hers is “Freshen the Flowers, She Said” that appears in Why I Wake Early. That poem inspired the following which I am also using for #PoemsofPresence on Twitter.
While Making the Muffins
I slice through the waxy lemon rind,
releasing a burst of pungent perfume.
Squeezing goodness into the dough,
a drop of sweet-tart nectar
falls on my finger –
a taste of summer.
Today’s poetry roundup can be found at Jama’s Alphabet Soup. Thanks, Jama!
Beautiful, Rose. Your poem has left me with a sweet lingering aftertaste.
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Nice job! I can just smell the fragrance of that lemon!
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Yes, I definitely feel your kitchen with that lemon smell. I thought of my sister in California who has a neighbor that brings her huge Meyer lemons. Thanks for sharing your poem.
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I smell the lemons. I want muffins.
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I imagine the poem almost wrote itself, Rose. I must have missed you on twitter, glad you are joining in. Hmm, muffins!
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Yes, like the others, your poem makes me feel and smell and taste that lemon. Well done!
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This is lovely, Rose. I’m currently reading Oliver’s Devotions…
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Rose, my internet was not working this weekend so I did not see your poem of presence before this post. I can taste summer with your poem.
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