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| Arturo Añez |
Gravy Boats
My sister collects fine china gravy boats,
especially if they still have their matching ladles.
She loves the fluted edges, gold-tipped handles,
the distinctive slipper shape, no ordinary bowl.
She searches for those made in England,
Germany or Switzerland. Some boast roses,
some a spray of buds and petals hard to identify.
She’s running out of room for them, so tries
other uses. A bit too shallow for planters, though
trailing ivy works. One Christmas we all got one.
That made room for five more. I suggested
she keep her button collection there – clusters
of red and pink, yellow and gold, green and blue.
Mother of pearl in their own prize gravy boat.
The textures would go well with her doily collection,
smooth discs, tiny spheres, contrasting with delicate
embroidery, a little knubby with knots. But she’s a purist.
A gravy boat is a gravy boat and not a junk drawer.
I haven’t dared ask when she last made gravy.
Suspect she wouldn’t want to soil one of the aprons
in her apron collection. Besides, gravy can make you fat.
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| Carol Barrett |
Carol Barrett began writing poetry to support the widowed women she was counseling. Her most recent book is READING WIND. Currently living in Oregon, Carol supervises creative dissertations for students at two universities.
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