Thanksgiving in Hannah’s Kitchen

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Aromas, spicy and strong,

emit themselves from the depths of Hannah’s kitchen

where she busies herself with tasks no one will notice:

potatoes peeled, cranberries washed

and flour swept from the floor after making pies.

Members of her family offer their help

but Hannah finds them useless

like the cold, dead turkey she pats dry.

She fills the bird with stuffing and rubs him with oil,

massaging the skin as if it were a former lover.

She reflects on by-gone days and her early escapades

into the promises and promiscuity of youth.

She glances around the kitchen,

embarrassed by the direction her mind has gone;

just one more reason she is glad to be alone.

She tends to the turkey once again,

preening him like a groom before his wedding.

It startles her when his legs become untucked,

as if wanting to stand up, just once more, in the shallow pan.

Meticulously she binds them—tighter this time

then shoves the whole damn turkey into the oven.

While attending a poetry session at a Writer’s Conference a few weeks ago, we were challenged to write a poem about someone’s kitchen, but not our own. We were to make it feel like a nesting spot for the subject. We were to incorporate the words “tenderly”, “into the oven” and “dead”; and introduce someone new—real or imaginary—halfway through the poem. In the last sentence, we were instructed to use a word we wouldn’t ordinarily use (guess which one that is)! This is the result of that challenge, and also my response to today’s one-word prompt: Nest

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Recite the Pretty Words

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Sometimes I let my mind reach way back. I can almost hear Momma’s voice as she recites the pretty words:

“From the lake, from the hills, from the sky.
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.”

Then, just as I drift towards peaceful slumber, she moves on to that dreadful song:

“When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
and down will come baby, cradle and all.”

Forget sleep!

My response to today’s one-word prompt: Recite

A note to my grandchildren: I’ll always try to use the “pretty words”; and I’ll always try to catch you if you fall!

A Moment in Time

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It was one of those moments! A moment when, without a doubt, something divine tapped me on the shoulder and whispered in my ear that this – this very moment – was one I would always remember.

I was enjoying a walk in early fall on the wooded trail near where I live. The walk was filled with countless pleasures! Sunlight was splashing on my face through holes in the ceiling of trees. Leaves, nearing their peak of glory, proceeded to dance with delight all around me. Birds were singing harmoniously while the continuous rush of the nearby creek kept a beat like percussion in natures’ song.

Suddenly out of the blue, there it was! That tap on the shoulder and a whisper that said, “look up”! That’s when I saw the tree. No, that’s when I NOTICED the tree, for I had seen it plenty of times before. But on that particular day it was bathed in golden sunlight much like a scene from a movie. You know what I mean, right? Where the heavens open up and a spotlight beams down on some person, place or thing while angel voices raised in song announce the advent of some kind of miracle? Well, that’s what it was like! I had this sudden recognition of something wonderfully impressive which I had somehow failed to appreciate until then!

I pass that tree nearly every day and each time I do, I pause to remember the moment I first noticed it. It’s not the most magnificent tree in the world, but to me it is stunning none-the-less. I photograph “my tree” each season every year; in spring, summer, fall and winter, and yet I rarely look at the photos. I don’t need to – all I have to do is close my eyes!

PS – I seem to be stuck on “trees” this week! See my last post “Do You See Me” in Poetry.