Wee Scoops

Measure for Measure

Cake, a poem

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Cake

A yellow mixing,
A butter batter.
I crack the golden eggs
Scrunching sweet and gritty
With my wooden spoon.

Bake the cake.
An aroma emanating
Indicating transformation –
Thick pale paste
Rises,
Surprises.
We peer with hope,
With oven glove
and oven love.

Skewered.
Knifed in the back,
Dropped on the rack.
Left to cool.

Then to ice.

Create.
Layer upon layer,
make moments
occasions.

Display the cake;
Take the photograph;
Record the art

before
delicious demolition
leaves
us
crumbs
and the knowledge that there was cake.

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