National Poetry Month 25/30: Grandmother’s Skillet

This National Poetry Month(NPM), I am writing and sharing original poems about food, family and feasts. Sundays will be a day to reshare a poem from the past. A list of links to previous poems is HERE.

I love this cast iron skillet. Was my grandmother’s and she got it from my great-grandmother. Well over 100 years old. So many meals, dishes: sweet-sour endive and potatoes, penuche, peppers and eggs, basted eggs, taco meat, and others.
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But now? There is a slight a crack. When I cook, the crack expands and leaks so…it will be repurposed as a succulent garden.

Grandmother’s Skillet

grandmother’s
cast iron skillet
recipes
handed down
and cooked, but a crack sidelined it
succulent garden

​©jone rush macculloch (2020, draft)