Cast Iron Skillet

A poem by Erren Kelly

Some of my mama lives

In a black cast iron skillet

Or was that Grandma I saw

Or maybe grandpa?

Whipping up some scrambled

Eggs

Black as night and strong

Enough to hold any dish

Makes me wish

they’d all come back again

For another meal

A true cook knows the

Deal

My first college girlfriend would

Sing Aretha Franklin

Songs as she grilled cheese

Sandwiches in a skillet

Her full hips shook as

As easily as she filled it

Tonight, I’m frying cod

And looking to the cooking

Gods for favor

Fish seasoned with lemon

Pepper and garlic salt

I think they’d like the

Flavor

Black as night as I

Fill it

With the love of others

My black skillet.


ERREN KELLY IS  TWO-TIME  PUSHCART-NOMINATED POET FROM BOSTON  WITH  OVER 300  PUBLICATIONS IN PRINT AND ONLINE IN SUCH PUBLICATIONS AS HIRAM POETRY REVIEW, MUDFISH, POETRY MAGAZINE(ONLINE), CEREMONY, CACTI FUR, BITTERZOET,  CACTUS HEART, SIMILAR PEAKS, GLOOM CUPBOARD, POETRY SALZBURG AND OTHER PUBLICATIONS SINCE HE BEGAN WRITING 25 YEARS AGO. HE IS THE ALSO THE AUTHOR OF THE BOOK, DISTURBING THE PEACE, ON NIGHT BALLET PRESS.

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