Black Bottom Biscuits

June 12, 2012 at 9:30 am · Filed under Family, Good stuff, Poems, Uncategorized ·Tagged black bottom buscuits, Charles L. Mashburn, http://dversepoets.com/2012/06/12/open-link-night-week-48/, mom's cooking, poetry, writer

Sometimes, one thing reminds me of another, and when it does, I usually write it down; sometimes in poem form, sometimes as a story, and sometimes I just jot a note for future reference. Occasionally, I simply file it away in the old memory bank, and hope it comes out on its own—at just the right time—fitting itself into a poem or story. This poem is a combination of all those things. I hope you enjoy it!

Black Bottom Biscuits

 

Black bottom clouds

Hang low in the sky

Smiling, I think of Mom’s biscuits

It was the oven’s fault

 

The humidity has to be ninety-eight

Eight o’clock in the morning

And it’s already eighty degrees

Tropical, or sub-so at least

 

Feels like rain

Thunder rolls to the north

Distant, like a bowling ball in the gutter

At closing time on Monday night

 

A spattering of raindrops

Flutter across the sidewalk

Like magic, the wet spots vanish

Before I step on them

 

Just cut the bottom off, she says

Laughing with her eyes

The gravy’s good, but um… Mom

What’s up with these potatoes?

 

Copyright © 2012 C. Mashburn

 

Mom turned out to be a pretty good cook, but when we were young she was definitely in the learning process; trial and error, unfortunately for us, was the method she used. Looking back, we can laugh about the things she did, but back then, there was often looks of startled amazement on four young faces as the dishes were set before us. And, occasionally, there was an interesting one word song sang in harmony; “GAK!”

Sharing this on dVerse Poets Pubs “Open Link Night ~ Week 48”.

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