This is called Poets are Egotists. I actually made this jar of watermelon pickles yesterday inspired by one of my own poems.
Two Mad Canners
It was my first Michigan summer.
Kay and I, two mad women,
turned the kitchen into a canning factory:
Pickled cucumbers, bread & butter, dill.
Christmas-colored watermelon rind pickles,
peaches, pears, corn relish, rhubarb, tomatoes.
Like two librarians, we filled the basement shelves
until there was no space for a salt shaker or
Hemingway’s Old Man and the Sea.
In the freezer, airtight: strawberries, blueberries,
corn, squash, beans, zucchini, tomatoes.
zucchini , carrots, zucchini.
We captured Abundance
to the sound of “Ping!” the High Five
of two mad canners.
Come Winter days, below zero,
I step into the basement
with Empty Shelf Syndrome
each time a space appears. Our summer’s work
slowly disappears, old empty shelves
except for the jar of watermelon pickles.
frances h.kakugawa
I didn’t know there was such a thing. I imagine that they are delicious. Now to find a recipe!
Ronnie, will send you the simple recipe I used…now I hope to find your email address. frances