Christmas Pudding, a poem by Claire Farrow at Spillwords.com

Christmas Pudding

Christmas Pudding

written by: Claire Farrow

 

A bulbous drip hung, hovering from nan’s
hairy nose, glistening in the low light
of the November afternoon, on cans
of sweet red cherries while she stirred with might
the contents of her mother’s mixing bowl;
careful to miss its craggy chips and thread
vein cracks. When watching her annual stroll
through old syrup-stained recipes; faded,
painstakingly handwritten, I knew that
Christmas was coming. Nan’s Christmas pudding
was legendary, I never could spot
the precise moment she sneaked the coins in –––
When her nose-drip dropped like a high dive event,
She winked, “that’s the secret ingredient!”

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