Written for a prompt to write about pancakes at a creative writing club meeting. It was National Pancake Day.
with chocolate chips
and blueberries
(it was either one
or the other)
i always wanted to try it,
the chocolate would probably
meld with the blueberries,
creating a strange combination
the oil sizzles
in the cast iron pan
(it's a family heirloom
from my grandmother from the old country)
someday i'll leave it behind
when i move to another world
and adopt a new family
and new world views,
it's not good to stay
in one place too long,
everybody knows this
i slowly decay,
my brain frying
under the sun
of the saharan desert,
i reminisce about pancakes
as i descend
into incoherence
(the sand looks like butter)
3/8/16
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2016-03-12 at 06:22
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saharan pancakes
we never made pancakeswith chocolate chips
and blueberries
(it was either one
or the other)
i always wanted to try it,
the chocolate would probably
meld with the blueberries,
creating a strange combination
the oil sizzles
in the cast iron pan
(it's a family heirloom
from my grandmother from the old country)
someday i'll leave it behind
when i move to another world
and adopt a new family
and new world views,
it's not good to stay
in one place too long,
everybody knows this
i slowly decay,
my brain frying
under the sun
of the saharan desert,
i reminisce about pancakes
as i descend
into incoherence
(the sand looks like butter)
3/8/16
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
Read 672 times
Written on 2016-03-12 at 06:22
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