a pantoum addressing my marble slab for breadmaking and pastry |
| A slab of marble, white suffused with blue, as weighty as a tombstone, cold and grave. Your smooth streaked plane is chill, no life runs through while my floured hands knead dough, a life to save. As weighty as a tombstone, cold and grave, my kitchen rock, my touchstone; touch my toil while my floured hands knead dough, a life to save. New bread, a lump, a pat, a flat, a coil; my kitchen rock, my touchstone, touch my toil. Your smooth streaked plane is chill, no life runs through. New bread, a lump, a pat, a flat, a coil; a slab of marble, white suffused with blue. |