Frying Potatoes

So, here I am frying potatoes,
gone the self confident woman
of earlier today! I'm back to back
in jeans and a jangly top that
doesn't jangle, a bit of a flop really.
I got caught in all the mothers of
a downpour today, the sky
cracked wide open and there was I,
suited, not booted, open toed
and without an umbrella,
not that I think that would have helped,
rivers ran down the pavements
and streets, and I didn't meet you,
for which I was grateful, I don't
do drowned rat very often
but when I do, I do it with aplomb.
I've learned that middle aged women,
hell, we do it well, its all still there
and more, except we do
decadence with elegance
and I did look good but perhaps
the mirror was squint but I did
get the part, my aria days are not
quite as over as my lovers are.
In the kitchen, frying potatoes
they are so hot, crispy
and the rain is still beating
except my roof isn't tin
and dammit, I'm not as thin
as I was when I first got the part.




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Written on 2013-07-29 at 20:14

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Peter J. Kautsky
This poem was an absoslute riot!
2013-08-15


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2013-08-04


countryfog
There is in your stories something that suggests a Burgundy Grand Cru, spirited and adventuresome when it is young but only as it ages does its full potential and complexity emerge, a more deeply and wholly experienced passionate completeness in what it becomes. Age becomes you.
2013-07-30


Mark J. Wood
Hi Elle,

read this this morning and it made my fingers comment:

When young, fried potatoes just go in –
Not caring about fat or thin.
When old(er), the care
Has a mirror stare.
When wiser, it's understood;
The potatoes, just taste good.

08:51, Tue. 30/07/2013.
2013-07-30



I'm with Shells, these poems are just plain enjoyable. We're getting glimpses of the whole. There are stories to tell, and each reveals something new. Senses are invoked, hunger, "and more." I'm tempted to say "I scoff at youth," but that's not true. Each age brings its glories, but older/wiser/better couldn't be more true.
2013-07-30


shells
I sooo enjoyed this read, you made me smile, poetry on prescription ;-) and I hope the potatoes were good.
2013-07-30


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Decadence with elegance... What pictures this conjures up!!
Thanks for a wonderfully painted monologue.
I loved every line of it.

Joe
2013-07-29