Pastry requires
a cool alchemy
run the tap
the faint throb
of cold fingers
on hard butter
softness of flour
my hands
are always cold
but yours melt
ice
This turned out rather short. I wrote more, and then slashed it mercilessly. A temperature poem for dVerse.
Sarah writes poems 
It’s great! Sometimes a thorough edit is the best tool a writer has 🙂
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Thank you. Maybe I should do it more often…
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Only you can say!
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LOVE LOVE the shift from a recipe like approach to making pastry, to another person’s hands that always melt ice! Hmmmm….the writer’s love perhaps? Nice take on the post with a shift in temperatrue within the write.
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That’s one way to stay cool — and one way to stay warm. Both satisfying.
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Thank you, Jade. Hope you’ve seen this: https://fmmewritespoems.wordpress.com/2019/07/29/poetry-call/
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Beautiful, I love the sparsity here Sarah 🙂💖 xxx
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I like the description of the hands that melt ice, but I imagine they aren’t good for pastry making.
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Terrible!
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I like the brevity. Cold seems to freeze out unnecessary words.
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Thank you! Hope you’ve seen this: https://fmmewritespoems.wordpress.com/2019/07/29/poetry-call/
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Thanks Sarah. If I write anything that fits the brief I will submit it. 🙂
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Strong in its impact Sarah, nicely visceral — power in its brevity.
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I’m so glad you went for chilly after so many hot poems, Sarah, and the cool description of pastry alchemy is delicious! I love the way you appeal to the sense of touch with the ‘faint throb of cold fingers on hard butter’ and the ‘softness of flour’, and the wonderful twist at the end.
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Thank you, Kim. Hope you’ve seen this: https://fmmewritespoems.wordpress.com/2019/07/29/poetry-call/
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have seen it, Sarah, and will try to sort some poems out by next week.
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No rush at all! I’m just getting a bit nervous. Already. Time to panic in November!!!
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I really love the ending here Sarah. The entire poem is so sensual.
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Well whatever you cut – this sure works, just love the counter poise of that last line.
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Slashed to perfection
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Why, thank you!
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Very tactile, Sarah, not a word wasted!
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A concealed irony in the rigorous compression, that cold hands in the act of baking are enclosed by hands of fire ignited by something not intimated (intimate?) a casual burn.
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I love your writer’s note description of “slashing” this mercilessly. Sometimes that’s the way. Like pastry, poetry can be a science. I think this baked up perfectly.
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Almost an instructional piece! I have been experimenting with crust making and biscuits I understand the need for cold water and hands. Very cool.
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Oh yes. Run that tap. 😊
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