This National Poetry Month(NPM), I am writing and sharing original poems about food, family and feasts. Sundays will be a day to reshare a poem from the past. A list of links to previous poems is HERE.
Thanks to Laura Shovan, I am back in the sourdough business. Sourdough pancakes, bread and tomorrow, banana bread. There is something to be said about playing with sourdough.
So today, another Golden Shovel poem with a quote from Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra.
With bread all sorrows are less.
~Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
we hunker down with
the pandemic blues, a loaf of sourdough bread,
hard cheese, a bold red, all
the ordinary delights to cure the sorrows
swooping and diving, for a moment the troubles are less
©jone rush macculloch (2020, draft)