Lusty thump
marks application,
with every stroke
fine syncopation,
wood on dough,
performance art,
percussive beat
of kitchen heart,
stretching, tugging,
this way, that,
persuading yeast
or flour and fat
to peasant noodle,
earthy, chewy,
or frail cream puff,
flaky, gooey.
In maestro’s hands
a nimble trill,
here on the wall
lumpish, still.
But regard with respect
the two-handled bole:
even inert
it’s ready to roll.
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg
and to la Madeleine, Fairfax County, VA.
March 6, 2020 at 12:52 pm
The rolling pin and I have never been close friends, but I sure do like what it can produce. 🙂
March 6, 2020 at 1:17 pm
I used to be close with the rolling pin, but these days my hands don’t grip so well. However, as you point out, one doesn’t need to use the rolling pin to enjoy what it produces! My sweet tooth (and my bread tooth) still work just fine!
March 11, 2020 at 12:10 pm
Ready to roll, indeed. You’ve made me imagine their calls of ‘me! me! me!’ if someone turned up in their neighbourhood with a pastry ball.
March 11, 2020 at 12:11 pm
I love the image! Thank you!