dVerse Quadrille #108

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”

  1. This made me smile! 🙂

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    1. Indeed. “Mum was older” says so much about the consciousness of the 8 year-old.

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      1. Might be my favourite bit of the whole piece.

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    1. Lovely. I’m glad.

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  2. A very sweet poem! I remember those days!

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  3. Oh, dear. Wonderful storied poem, indeed. Well done.

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