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Friday, December 4, 2015

POETRY FRIDAY



"Christmas Antonym"

Her mottled old hands
Push rolling pin across dough
Such smooth gold emerges

(C) Carol Wilcox 2015

Buffy Silverman is hosting Poetry Friday today. 

9 comments:

Joy said...

I enjoy putting Christmas and Antonym together. Thanks for stimulating my "what if" mind. I like your haiku.

Leigh Anne Eck said...

Your last three poems all have baking as the subject. This must tell me something about the writer! 😉

Buffy Silverman said...

I love the contrast of your first and third lines--thanks for sharing this!

Linda B said...

How great that you're doing this with Mary Lee and others, Carol. That 'gold' means quite a lot, I think. Beautifully written.

Mary Lee said...

The contrast between the old hands and the smooth gold makes tears spring to my eyes. My mom's time with the rolling pin is finished. Those old hands are now mine...

Carol Varsalona said...

Carol, I too, have a personal connection to your poem as did Mary Lee. My Nonnie's rolling pill was a sacred treasure in her kitchen. My mom had one and I do too. You have captured the treasure that the pin brings to all.

Tara Smith said...

Now that is stunning, Carol!

Carol Varsalona said...

Carol, I too, have a personal connection to your poem as did Mary Lee. My Nonnie's rolling pill was a sacred treasure in her kitchen. My mom had one and I do too. You have captured the treasure that the pin brings to all.

Donna Smith said...

I own "the" rolling pin now. I have at sometime acquired a new one as a gift, but I use the old one. Old hands need an old rolling pin.
Lovely, loving write!