Sunday Lunch to Prepare
Andy Brister (Goldfinch60) – November 2018.
Today we have Sunday lunch to prepare,
Yesterday, we had Saturday evening dinner,
And tomorrow we will have cold meat and mash.
The rain is pouring as I look out the window,
The water shining on the plants in the morning light,
But today we have Sunday lunch to prepare.
Starting with the potatoes, peeled and cut,
Boiled gently for five minutes, water strained
From them, butter salt and pepper added. The rain
stops. The day brightens as the sun shines down,
Lighting our lives in its beauty but
We start by peeling the potatoes.
The meat is placed in the pan, the buttered potatoes
are placed gently around it, and into the oven it goes,
the gas is lit and set for the correct heat, which is set
for the correct time to cook the meat. The flowers
shine in the glory of the sun, their colours fill the
garden with beauty as the meat is placed in the pan.
The carrots are peeled and sliced, enough for all
as they are placed in a pot, water covering them
and salt added, to highlight their taste. The carrots
are peeled, a bird comes in the garden, its plumage
so bright and wonderful, the glory of nature is with
us as the carrots are peeled and sliced.
The kale is pulled from its stalks, washed and put in
a pan, covered with water and salt added,
ready to cook at the right time, the green of the
lawn covered by shadows of trees, as the sun
blazes through their boughs, bringing art to our world,
as today we have Sunday lunch to prepare.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 2nd, 2018 02:49
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is a take on Henry Reed's poem "The Naming of Parts" which is one of my favourite poems.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments8
A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
One of my all-time favourite poems and a super take on it - yes I recognise the ritual of Sunday lunch prep - don't forget the fresh mint sauce, garlic, marjoram, bay leaves, rosemary, etcetera depending on the meat.
Thank you Michael, as I said it is one of my favourite poems as well, that person could have been me at some of the meetings that I used to be bored by in my working life.
What a beautiful day! It reminds me of Sundays at home when I was a child - the glorious smells coming from the kitchen, the feeling of Sunday safety. (Video won't work for me - I'll go look it up separately).
Thank you Lorna, we still have a Sunday roast every week.
You got that Sunday lunch ready? You could make an early start on it - it's only Friday at the moment.
No I it must be freshly cooked. I have got in down to a fine art, all is prepared before I go to Church, the meat gets put in the oven and the timer turns it on at the correct time, so we have our Sunday Riast at about 1.30 every week.
Hope the sermon is not over-long then, or you'll be hungry!
Today i prepare my ears for this evenings premature firework explosions. Since moving back into the city i am amazed at the noise of Guy Fawkes night. Being in WW1 trenches could not have been much noisier.
Today your piece reads like a mindful meditation. The Zen of Sunday lunch preparation.
Thank you d a, yes I too am preparing for the noise, Joyce is scared of fireworks.
We may have to just go into musical meditation.
Oooh G what time are you dishing up
Great write love the form
My oven's broken waiting for a new one cold lunch for us
Bravo!
Sunday lunch is about 1:30, you are more than welcome to join us.
The description of a Sunday lunch, makes me picture everything and everyone that I want to have lunch with. Very well done Gold.
Thank you Adam, most kind.
I'm getting quite hungry here. Enjoyed reading this one.
May your hunger always be satisfied. Thank you for commenting.
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