Monday, November 14, 2005

Smile fruit with remember potato

for Sue

So the ham and cheese morning rests on the little it knows.
Angels gather together in the kitchen of dreams
Not slick and stainless, tile and grout,
But close and crowded, clean and lean.

It was so unexpected, that kitchen, practically over lake waters.
In the weakening summer sprinkled with Dutch rain
It climbed the narrow stairway to the sky,
One leg in Eden the other in the deepening water out from the shore.

The handfuls of gadgets were home at last, having found one another.
In another room sat Montaigne scratching that itch,
Ready with manuscript to go to the Voorschorterlaan Station with
The press already rolling like a subway on its track to London.

Kitchens should always speak Nedderlander above the tree tops
High where the best fruit grows.

6 comments:

Cocaine Jesus said...

I am pretty certain that Sue will love this. Some excellent lines here.
'So the ham and cheese morning rests on the little it knows'

'In the weakening summer sprinkled with Dutch rain
It climbed the narrow stairway to the sky'

'Kitchens should always speak Nedderlander above the tree tops
High where the best fruit grows'

Where on earth did you get those little nuggets from?

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks CJ! Glad you found those little nuggets to your taste! I blame Sue, of course. I cooked them up in my favorite kitchen in Kralingsplaase, Rotterdam, where I like to go and write in the summer time.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Great stuff Russel, it smells yummy and sounds sizzling, can I post it under mine? My kitchen speaks spot where the child has been follow that pizza trail

Russell Ragsdale said...

Yes, of course Sue, post away! I'm so glad you enjoyed this and thanks for the inspiration! By the way, I love to do home made pizza for a treat, and am the origin of the archetypal pizza trail.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

thanks Russel Poem posted, pizza untrailed, rediculasley full sandwitches about to expload

Russell Ragsdale said...

Exploding sandwiches are not a question of if, just when.