I like the way the passage of time is caught in this poem.
Colin
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From: "Sally Evans" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Sunday, February 15, 2004 6:29 PM
Subject: Pancake Valentine
Pancake Valentine
I look in all the cupboards.
Ingredients still the same,
syrup tin caught in a time warp,
eggs and a wooden spoon.
Pancakes, not for me, he says,
leaves me to my kitchen.
A cut orange, a cut lemon,
flipped rounds, crinkled, plain,
eaten with ghosts of siblings,
and children who have grown.
Tourists and light fade from our day,
another winter gone.
on 15/2/04 5:09 pm, Gary Blankenship at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> Pancakes with lemon juice or orange juice and syrup.
> SallyE
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> Sally, where's the pancake poem?
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> Smiles.
>
> Gary
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> WATCH THIS SPACE FOR AN ANNOUNCEMENT FOR MINDFIRE RENEWED SOON. Poets for
> Peace.... ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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