National Poetry Month 25/30: Grandmother’s Skillet

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.

I love this cast iron skillet. Was my grandmother’s and she got it from my great-grandmother. Well over 100 years old. So many meals, dishes: sweet-sour endive and potatoes, penuche, peppers and eggs, basted eggs, taco meat, and others.

But now? There is a slight a crack. When I cook, the crack expands and leaks so…it will be repurposed as a succulent garden.

Grandmother’s Skillet

cast iron skillet
handed down
and cooked, but a crack sidelined it
succulent garden

©jone rush macculloch (2020, draft)

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1 Response to National Poetry Month 25/30: Grandmother’s Skillet

  1. Gail Aldous says:

    Great idea to plant in your grandmother’s skillet to give it life again! I like your poem. Your words remind me of my grandfather putting some olive oil in his cast iron and making something delicious. Thank you for making me remember that!

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