How To Bake A Pie In 44 Words
While Mum grew salad leaves
and cherry tomatoes between
the French marigolds, I made
sloppy mud pies in an old tin,
dotted it with blackberries
picked from brambles bushes,
mostly those level with my
dog’s lifted back leg.
I was 8. Mum was older.
© Misky 2020 Quadrille #108: 44 words,
excluding the title. Include the word bramble”
8 responses to “dVerse Quadrille #108”
This made me smile! 🙂
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Indeed. “Mum was older” says so much about the consciousness of the 8 year-old.
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Might be my favourite bit of the whole piece.
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Thanks.
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Oh my. Made me giggle!
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Lovely. I’m glad.
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A very sweet poem! I remember those days!
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Oh, dear. Wonderful storied poem, indeed. Well done.
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