Free Association Prompt: Fresh Baked Bread In the Morning

[jjhunter]

My first attempt at yeast-rising bread came out quite well. Photo is from September of this year. What poems might this bring to mind? Go forth and free associate in the comments!

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[lilmoka]

Bread
by Penelope Shuttle.

I work hard for my nightly bread
even though I'm only a poet

I work hard at listening
to what my left hand whispers to my right,
and at folding swans back into ice

I work hard, praying for the stamina
of Chagall's favourite mistress
or the happiness of a woman
married to a man without a foreskin

Hard I work,
scrubbing doorsteps and stairways
made of words

I eat my bread dry

I reach down, pluck my grandfather
from the blackout air-raid streets
of 1941 London,
removing this Superintendent of a Work Gang
repairing the city's fractured water supply
from danger

I can do this,
although I am only a poet

[jjhunter]

What a gorgeous poem! I'm having trouble thinking of a continuation - such richness is a hard act to follow. Still, it's ring-lingering lightly in my mind; perhaps I'll write something on the spot later.

[alee_grrl]

The Moon's the North Wind's Cookie by Vachel Lindsay

The Moon's the North Wind's cookie.
He bites it, day by day,
Until there's but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away.

The South Wind is a baker.
He kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a crisp new moon that . . . greedy
North . . . Wind . . . eats . . . again!

[jjhunter]

Oh, that's a lovely fit, and not a poem I've encountered before. Nicely done!

[alee_grrl]

It was probably one of the first poems I ever memorized. It was in a children's poetry book that I read so often it fell apart (and was then lovingly taped back together again). Of course, cookies and finals time always make me think of this:

http://youtu.be/BovQyphS8kA

[jjhunter]

Finally had a chance to watch this, & laughed laughed laughed.