Ode To a Wooden Spoon Lying in the dark drawer, but not alone The wooden spoon waits for the moment to come alive Bursting with possibilities in the mixing and stirring In your tireless waiting for mixing don't bemoan You are meant for than mixing and whirring It is in the kitchen you are meant to thrive Oh spoon, you are forgotten with the bamboo But you are lovelier and stronger than most spoons How will I ever exist without your strength as I stir? Ode To a Lace Handkerchief Forgotten lace lies within the scented drawers of oak Scraps of muslin and linen so fine and soft Delicate for a woman's hand or purse Carried in the past by ladies of fine lives evoke Thoughts of Knights past in there bravery were never scoffed A symbol of devotion in song and verse Oh delicate handkerchief you are lowly to some But you hold a touch of gentry to your humbleness And I sing to you and your usefulness in verse
I actually want to keep writing odes to things in my drawers. Now, I am no Keats, who wrote magnificent odes to urns and nightingales, but I think these turned out okay. I was talking odes with my family last night and my father came up with Ode to a Wooden Spoon. I’m not sure this is what he was going for, but I have only so much I can work with.
I was first thinking of handkerchiefs since I use them regularly. I have some lace ones, some quite utilitarian and boring. But they are all rather wonderful. And I wanted to write about sweaters, and jeans, and pencils and scissors, and stamps, and various other things I keep in drawers. Can we do an Ode to a Paperclip? This was fun, and today I checked out some more books on Odes and Ballads and other various poems. I liked poetry enough, but with this Blogging U course, I am full of poetry!!!!
Okay, I’ll calm down.