I watched you at the bench unheeded
Surrounded by the things you needed
Flour, sugar, dried fruit and more
A mixing bowl and wooden spoon
A cookbook opened on the bench
Glace cherries and mixed peel
Nutmeg, spices whatever next?
Then you called out "Rob by the way
I used your brandy is that OK?
The fruit had to be soaked last night"
I must confess my heart did fall
One wisp of hair flicked from her face
That tress made it alright with me
She's so pretty I could not be vexed
Soon the cake was in the oven
My ideas were interwoven
She glanced at me and saw my look
"About four hours" she said to me
"I'll put my feet up and read a book
Come with me, if that's what you want"
I knew that smile, plain as a text
Image found at www.countrycakes.co.uk/product/decorated-rich-fruit-cake/
Love their comfortable exchange.And what happens in the things that aren't said.
ReplyDelete...Ah yes, you mean the icing on the cake!
DeleteIt is good to spend hours reading books together (wink wink nudge nudge say no more)!
ReplyDeleteWhistles!!❤️💘 This is such a sweet and romantic write, Robin! I can almost picture her surrounded by "Flour, sugar, dried fruit and more a mixing bowl and wooden spoon,a cookbook opened on the bench. Glace cherries and mixed peel
ReplyDeletenutmeg, spices" it makes a delicious mouthwatering setting for a perfect evening sigh.. Beautifully executed. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support❤️💘
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Sweet romance!!
ReplyDeleteSo sweet and clever...I can feel the love.
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely scene, as always. It sounds an ambitious undertaking, making a cake at the beach.
ReplyDeleteOh yes that is worth the brandy and the wait... (come to think of it the wait would be the best part)
ReplyDeletei like how the last line brings the piece to the present
ReplyDeleteA story to be told between cake and icing! Lovely write!
ReplyDeleteI love the detail about all being forgiven by watching the way the wisp of hair falls. I can see the sweet familiarity of it, and how it enchants the speaker. I am sure they will find a way to spend those four hours well. :)
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful it all sounds Old Egg!
ReplyDeleteLove this romantic tension,,sensual promises to be savoured, and not only the cake :-) a cake that sounds delicious by the way,,
ReplyDeleteWhat a loving relationship!! Makes my heart go beat beat beat!
ReplyDeleteAhem, guess you got to lick the bowl, afterwards, Robin. On a more serious level, love your narrative voice, in this very romantic poem, Robin. Personally, can't fruit cakes, like, don't know why, but I do.
ReplyDeleteJust letting you, that you have inspired my poem that I am sharing this week, in Poetry Pantry. How writing is, a form of therapy, for me. Letting me, to share parts of my life that I can't or don't want to speak about. Thank you, Robin, for being part of my healing process.
What more can you ask for. You captured the ordinary miracle called life.
ReplyDeleteLove how easy they are with each other--this is lovey in so many ways
ReplyDeleteWhat a treat - lovely and sweet - and oh so, cleverly wordsmithed.
ReplyDeleteWonderfully sweet write, Robin!
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Hank
A new way to look at cake. Luv this spread of romance; icing on the cake.
ReplyDeleteThanks for linking to The Sunday Standard at Lunch Break
much love...
I always look forward to your wistful and humorous stories, here, saved by the whisp.
ReplyDeleteAhhh...the homey feeling of baking goodies. Well-expressed my friend. Good job indeed.
ReplyDeleteA feast in every way!
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza wraps things up rather nicely!
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