The theory of everything, by Britta Benson

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Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry challenge, set by Sylvia. You can find her prompts poem and guidelines by clicking on this link: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/11/30/w3-prompt-31-weave-written-weekly/

Theme this week: food/food preparation, form: shadorma.

I instantly thought of baking bread. I’m German. I love bread, in particular sourdough bread – or, what I call, ‘proper bread, rich, dark, rye, none of that just yeasty white wheat stuff’. I had great fun writing this piece! I can get a little carried away, when talking about bread…. it’s a very important topic for me.

So, here goes, my poem about bread.

The theory of everything

Sourdough.
Learn to wait. Knead. Wait.
Rest, a must,
intrinsic.
Pleasure, no slapdash rush. Wait.
Muscle up, breathe, wait.

I know bread.
My baker’s son dad
taught me well.
When to do,
when not to. What’s important:
Home can’t be hurried.

I knead bread,
roll the dough, get in.
Smell of rye,
lumps and bumps,
warm hands, wrath of soul, love, hate,
all baked into one.

I need bread,
staple, reminder
of time, rules,
rest, patience.
Life in a ball. Simple. Slow.
Proofing sourdough.

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