h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

25th.

Cakes again!

Bake sale.
Birthdays.
Charity fayre.
Vanilla
Sugar
Fills the air.

Wedding
Bake off
(School again)
Chocolate dust
Is such a pain.

Birthday
Birthday
Girlie tea
Kitchen in
A baking spree.

Cupcake bouquets
Gravity cakes
Trays and trays
Of fudgey bakes

Coloured
Fondant
(Even black!)
When will
I get my
kitchen back?

Baking seems
To run my life.
Need a cake?
DON'T ring
My wife!

What's a gravity cake? Just one that makes you fat?

When Cactuscafe said ‘Time is a strange event’, it set me thinking. I see time more like a river, nibbling away the present and carrying pieces into memory. Among those memories are pleasant times and difficult ones, although the way we remember events depends on our point of view and our state of mind. Ask two members of the same family to remember an event, and you will get conflicting accounts. So what events come to my mind as I think back? Two of the key events in my childhood memories are moves, and here is a poem about them.

MOVING

My earliest memory is moving home –
a new laid house deposited in mud.
We huddled in plastic macs, drank tea
from thermoses – trippers on a wet weekend.
Our rooms impersonal, our belongings slung
on a careless lorry somewhere on the road.

Next move, we travelled southward
in snow. Found a house made gloomy
by blue windows, bleary paper,
garage ramshackle as storm damage.
We walked an unfamiliar route to town
found it over long. My brothers
stayed behind to face uncertain
future in furnished rooms.

Ooops! Sorry, I put that posting in the wrong place!

How dare you put real poetry next to mine! Lol

Gravity cakes look like they're defying gravity, very clever culinary majik

I think your poetry is great FWR!

I wouldn't have risked doing a poem a day, and yours rhyme, and many of them are funny.