A Sign of Spring
I noticed this morning that the butter was soft and spreadable – one of my favourite signs of spring – and I remembered a poem I wrote on this theme some years ago. Not strictly to do with the English language, I suppose; still, it’s in English. Here it is:
A SIGN OF SPRING
The creamy yellow pat obediently
flattens beneath the pressure of the blade
and smoothly coats the surface of the bread.
Not quite frictionless, but the level
of resistance is subtle and pleasurable.
It doesn’t tear the bread violently
to shreds, as if it had an ancestral grudge,
as if the bread’s insulted its mother or sister,
as in the unforgiving winter months.
Nor is it a gleaming, glistening, glutinous mess
as in the oily days of summer, melting
like an iceberg drifting towards the Tropics.
Mollified, not melted, for this brief time
it’s in its precious and precarious prime.
P.S. May I bring to your attention my comic fantasy YA novel The Infinite Powers of Adam Gowers – here is the link: https://unbound.com/books/adam-gowers . Go there and you will see a neat little 2-minute video of me explaining why the time for this novel has come! And if you support it you will get your name in the back and an invitation to the launch party.