In this kitchen
when I’ve done my best
for you
is rest
on finished feet
when we stand beyond standing
for us
daily bread
touch of my hip
I know what you’ve done
for me
strong one
poetry in the classical style, in generally pleasant themes
In this kitchen
when I’ve done my best
for you
is rest
on finished feet
when we stand beyond standing
for us
daily bread
touch of my hip
I know what you’ve done
for me
strong one
Violin bows
grow
like firm, fresh shoots in Spring
in a BBC montage.
Out of the earthy orchestra they
change their minds,
try,
retreat,
repeat, afraid,
afraid of the wind in the wood,
that imposing bassoon.