There is a list upon my fridge …

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There is a list upon my fridge, abbreviated notes and cues:
to add some brie, loo rolls too, a bag of spuds, but no more chopped tomatoes please.
And when the larder’s looking bare, stocks are low, and I’m wondering where the basics went,
I lift the magnet from the door and read the scrap of hurried swirls and tell myself,
these words are yours, its just today you’ve used them in a different way.

Shelves may look empty
But behind the stale biscuits
Is a fresh gateaux.

Linking this to d’Verse Poets Pub where Frank has charged us to write a Haibun about writer’s block. This isn’t strictly speaking a haibun as I’ve not used prose for the first section. It’s just the way it came out as I was writing.

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