Poetry Corner: “Orange cake”

Orange cake

the son and daughter in law’s visit
celebrated by the baking of an orange cake
lovingly recreated as her late husband’s favourite
memories choke
relieved temporarily through martinis secretly spirited away in the kitchen
seek to soothe but barbs life’s sadistic daggers deeper
from wounds that will never heal
only temporarily addressed by hope foistered on three children
such as mother and daughter
so close long distance calls come every day on the company’s phone line
for free
the Protestant ethic assuaged by a little corporate thieving
chain smoking organizer of corporate conventions
over organized in her own life
threatening anyone seeking some love
except for the Connecticut family man
looking for free sex
on platters of Manhattan meat markets
the futility is not perceived
even the mother hears about it her daughter carried drunk and sobbing in an ice cold bath
end of the affair
and even friends snicker at the mega organized terror
another ice cube shatters on a greasy kitchen floor
redirecting thoughts to an older son driven to opiated comforts
now sees succession problems
with fragments of brain scattered in India, Thailand and Nepal
magic mushrooms and the absence of responsibility
now in Alberta
hunted by telephone company inspectors for unpaid bills
after all why give a damn
when last Christmas dear old Mom called his fiancé a slut
and now the youngest
victim of sanguine distances and prisoner of proximate locale
grows weary of the frustration
on a battlefield he may have created
but only through his existence
stolen away by a hated daughter in law
as they both arrive
disturbing lemon peel ruminations
greeted by tottering mother
slurred greetings of “he’s just like his father”
so obliterated not even aware of her bitterness
further fueled by cheap Hungarian wine
burbles out more frustrated insults
throughout a botched chicken casserole from a recipe dear daughter sent
then a string of lewd insults
generates disgust and a whirlwind exit
and the untouched orange cake on the counter
thrown out the window with a splat

Robert K. Stephen


Published by Robert K Stephen (CSW)

Robert K Stephen writes about food and drink, travel, and lifestyle issues. He is one of the few non-national writers to be certified as a wine specialist by the Society of Wine Educators, in Washington, DC. Robert was the first associate member of the Wine Writers’ Circle of Canada. He also holds a Mindfulness Certification from the University of Leiden and the University of Toronto. Be it Spanish cured meat, dried fruit, BBQ, or recycled bamboo place mats, Robert endeavours to escape the mundane, which is why he has established this publication. His motto is, "Have Story, Will Write."

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