when halved
they appear to have magical properties
photo by Marian Kent
giaconda women cook them in 19 different ways
inspiring their men to compose purple songs about
aubergine cuisine
no one subscribes to the anecdote
a pleasure shared is a pleasure doubled
no going halves in the egg plant game
just haves and have nots
sharing and caring a fantasy concept in song lyrics
your home
was full of love
made with care and thought
smelling of lavender furniture polish
the dog
cats and cocky
were all bilingual
you were always
cooking
cooking
hanging salamis and cheeses
making jars of olives pickles
the sideboard packed with coloured glass jars
of turkish delight nougat and sugared almonds
piled fruit on stands looking like
a stage set for a still life renoir painting
as a small child i still have memories of
you in your rimless specs
with a smile
that could bring on world peace
crocheting singing with tino rossi
listening to scratchy LPs
you in your marcel wave hair clips and big starched apron
fragrant with eau de cologne
collapsing with laughter at jerry lewis on tv
pin curling my hair
telling me stories
when those arms of yours
wrapped around me
no one could ever feel more safe and loved
something i cling on to still to keep me going
in a world that has become bereft of people like you
Midweek Motif - PU
Jerry Lewis won the Legion d'Honneur in 2006 . My grandmother picked him as a comic genius and so did the rest of France eventually:)
mirror mirror
on the wall
this is certainly not me at all
although it has been a while
since i studied my face
this girl looks the type to carry mace
unless of course it's the seafood lunch
that's made me part of a mermaid bunch
with pouting lips and painted nails
and gucci pucci fragrant tails
think i'd better put this broken mirror away
before killer eyes uses this shard as a weapon
for target practice on me oy vey
poor old gran
sitting in her rocking chair
embroidering duchess sets
crocheting doilies
that no one in the family wanted
expendable
(like her)
they end up in a thrift shop for a dollar
alongside the memory quilts and photos
collateral damage
from the present ugly and unfeeling dark age
a sweet
sweet thing
offered healing salve
to a badly crushed soul
with reassuring words
kindness
friendship
a phone number
and some great lyrics
to an old song
