kitchens of a feminine heart

What fine display of metaphors! Down to earth love poem scribed with the kitchen! Brilliant!

dear orphani, what a tender way of writing a poem of love! i just felt the need to hug you at the end! with much love shirley harrison

Ann of Norway WONDER-FULL BARRY:- I remember a poem where the husband comes home and compares his familiar being close to his wife like the kneading of home made bread and I loved that remark, so too here, where you take the everday familiar needs and transform them into a hymn of thanks to the woman you now love so much, what wonders this life has for those who grab them when they come, it is truly a blessing isn't it Barry? And through this I send my love to my dear sister, my Anna as well as yours, Love to you too of course and I love your poem tiles and all!! Ann

I have come in with muddy feet, to your filled cupboards, and you sat me down and filled my plate. I sit by your warm hearth, and am content. I paraphrased a little, and couldn't help adding my thoughts, sorry! I loved it, and was enthused! ~ Geezer

Ann of Norway Under Milk Wood -Dylan Thomas:- Now i her iceberg whit crinoline nightgown, under virtuous polar sheets, in her spruced and scoured dust-defying bedroom in trig and trim Bay View, a house for paying guests, at the top of the town, Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard widow, twice, of Mr Ogmore, linoleum retired, and Mr Pritchard, failed bookmaker, who maddened by besoming, swabbing and scrubbing, the voice of the vacuum cleaner and the fume of polish, ironically swallowed disinfectant, fidgets in her rinsed sleep, wakes in a dream, and nudges in the ribs dead Mr Ogmore, dead Mr Pritchard, ghostly on either side. Mrs Ogmore Pritchard Mr Ogmore! Mr Pritchard! It is time to inhale your balsam. O-Oh, Mrs Ogmore! P-Oh Mrs Pritchard! Mrs O-P-Soon it will be time to get up. Tell me your tasks, in order. O-I must put my pyjamas in the pyjama drawer marked pyjamas. P- I must take my cold bath which is good for me. O-I must wear my flannel band to ward off sciatica. P-I must dress behind the curtain and put on my apron. O- I must blow my nose. Mrs O-P In the garden if you please. O- In a piece of tissue-paper which afterwards burn. P- I must take my salts which are natures friends. O- I must boil the drinking water because of germs. P- I must take my herb tea which is free from tannin. O- And have a charcoal biscuit which is good for me. P-I may smoke one pipe of asthma mixture. Mrs O-P- In the woodshed if you please. P- And dust the parlour and spray the canary. O-I must put on rubber gloves and search the peke for fleas. P-I must dust the blinds and then I must raise them. Mrs O-P-And before you let the sun in, mind it wipes its shoes. etc......... :) :) :) Ann. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuPO2Kvqlms