Ruth Walters

Lemon Cake - Poem by Ruth Walters

The radio plays
Sunny afternoon,
it's The Kinks

She's cooking
in the kitchen,
and all chaos reigns.

Flour, butter,
mixing bowls and
her making lemon cake.

She sings loudly
as chefs do
in restaurants.

It's a lemon cake
like ma' used to bake.
She warbles

and the radio's blasts,
the telephone rings
and the dog barks.

Her neighbour, next door,
throws a watering can about,
in protest.

Fresh lemons fill the air.
I watch from the cat basket
my whiskers twitching,

fur bristling, back arched
eyes - firmly
on the cat flap.

Comments about Lemon Cake by Ruth Walters

  • (9/16/2012 8:49:00 AM)

    Fine motion and atmosphere and surprise ending where the cat is the narrator eying its escape from the flurry and cacophony. (Report) Reply

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  • David Gerardino (6/16/2012 4:09:00 PM)

    as chefs do in restaurants, , , , , great line.... (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (3/13/2012 9:09:00 AM)

    Delightful poem! Just what I needed- thanks. (Report) Reply

  • (12/29/2011 1:26:00 PM)

    Love it. A really great poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 29, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, February 24, 2014

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