The following poem was written while attending a Faber Academy Workshop session facilitated by Jo Shapcott ("Of Mutability," Costa Book of the Year 2010) in London, England.
In the Mix
Crank the cold handle
and watch the silvered blades refract
halogen white and mixing-bowl blue
in their scalpel-clean steel.
Crank the cold handle
and the whispering gears prattle
as the blades slash and slither
up to the neck in batter.
Crank the cold handle
if only to feel at one
with a mechanical joy modernity
has consigned to the bottom drawer.
and watch the silvered blades refract
halogen white and mixing-bowl blue
in their scalpel-clean steel.
Crank the cold handle
and the whispering gears prattle
as the blades slash and slither
up to the neck in batter.
Crank the cold handle
if only to feel at one
with a mechanical joy modernity
has consigned to the bottom drawer.
(c) 2012 Poetrivia
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