 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 recently purchased a mini-waffle maker. I have sourdough. It’s Wednesday. Waffle Wednesday.
Waffle Wednesday sourdough burbles bouncy bubbles “feed us,” they burp some water, flour on Wednesdays we waffle play sourdough starter “feed us,” we say build a tower melty butter sticky syrup we waffle play ©jone rush macculloch (2020, draft) Bonus! I believe this poem looks like little post-it notes. This was a prompt from Two Sylvias Press earlier in the month.
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