Archive for October, 2012

Eyewitness

October 21, 2012

It was there in your eyes.

It flickered between the fractured

Backdrop of the fairground

and the faint reflection of rain

 

falling from the rim of your woollen hat and

Landing on your cheeks

Shining red

0000000000and blue

0000000000000000000and yellow

Under the Ferris wheel.

 

No, you couldn’t have seen it,

And yes, I guess that means it’s possible you forgot it

And no, I can’t place it exactly – that erratic moment of stillness

In the static, the pinpointed spectacle in your pupils

 

But it was there.

 

For a second, I wasn’t simply a spectator

of your face, your lips, your tongue,

I was there, steady, in the lens

As tidal rainbows rolled like waves through your eyes.

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A Masterchef Love Story

October 8, 2012

I have written a little love poem as part of The Great British Bard Off which you can read there, but, because I’m nice like this, I’m posting it below too. I simply call it…

 

Gregg

 

He said I had lovely puddings:
That no baking powder was needed
To get a rise out of him.

He said my buns had great warmth:
That the dough needn’t be kneaded
For the sin to grow within

He said our flavours complemented each other:
That on the palate we pirouetted like peppercorns;
Pole dancing ‘pon the rolling pin.

He wanted to go to heaven on my spoon,
Felt that divinity was in my chocolate
That my soufflés were deities
That he had found his soul in my jus.

The temperature keeps increasing,
The kitchen is getting hotter –
I don’t want our sauce to split.

Mr Wallace, I realise:
Loving you couldn’t get any tougher than this.

 

To join the Bard Off and submit your own baking show/baking based poetry simply e-mail Amy or Charlotte at greatbritishbardoff@gmail.com!

Let’s Bake.