28 November 2010

Bird's Custard

For day 23 of the PAD challenge. An "anti-form" poem.

custard, so, coalesced in the
pot, stir, stir so it does not

congeal (wrist heat-seared) the Birds's for the
pudding, the delicious lack of

form puddling down onto the
old country roses, pale gold sweet, the

holiday taste wrought from
powder and a little milk, strange

chemistry to make memories
amongst the sultanas, the spices,

dried currants, citron too

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