poppy cakes

Poem #5 from Small Town Kid

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flowers of scarlet
grew in the garden

after the bloom
she would take each pod
into the mystery of her kitchen
to perform ritual magic

the cakes of my grandmother
were moist with overflowing flavour
deep crust filled with rich dark seed

an exquisite pleasure
and a small boy’s
special and favourite treat

but that was before the law
brought a message
about the revised rules
of baking with opiates

no scarlet flowers grow
in the garden now
and I eat very little cake

© Frank Prem 2009

Small Town Kid Poem 6: the exuberance of my aunt


9 thoughts on “poppy cakes

  1. soil sports! nothing beats poppy seed cakes and cookies and sweets – and hardly enough to consider addiction, considering the actual opium content is so little – not the right variety of poppy to cull opium! honestly!

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      • LOL – do you have the particular conditions to actually produce that variety?

        At any rate, there are so many other types of poppies, some perennial, others annual – that at the very least, if you have a suitable climate, you can enjoy their beauty 🙂 And no, most places or people wouldn’t care, unless you live in a place where true opium poppies would thrive and you could take on a sideline profession!

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      • that sounds delicious – the watermelon 🙂

        well, wild flower poppies or “regular” poppies, perhaps perennial in your neck of the woods, like the oriental ones, are easily available, and worth their weight just for the sheer beauty 🙂

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