Grandma’s Feather Bed

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Remember Grandma’s feather bed?

I remember her feather pillows.

Remember her shed in the yard?

I remember that’s where she did the plucking.

Remember the mess when the cat snuck in?

I remember we were the ones to sweep it.

Remember Grandma’s peristeronic pie?

I remember we were the ones to eat it.

53 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Peristeronic

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26 Responses to Grandma’s Feather Bed

  1. Dale says:

    What a great take, Crispina! Love it


  2. Sadje says:

    This was such a sweet poem Crispina.

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  3. Kim Smyth says:

    Good on you, you made me look up a new word! So, you really ate pigeon pie???

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  4. EntangleDesigns says:

    Ooh, pie….! But a peristeronic pie…? Hmm, no thank you! 😛 A wonderful take on the word prompt, Crispina. Love the poem and learned a new word! 🙂

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  5. I love the way you’ve used the dialogue to create a great rhythm in the poem.

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  6. Indira says:

    What a lovely poem.

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  7. I don’t think we had pigeons where I grew up, but I sure as shit remember my grandma’s butterscotch pie. The lady was absolutely, stark-raving mad, My mom once asked my grandma, “How do you make such a good crust? Such good meringue?”

    Grandma answered, “You just make a pie crust.” *does witchcraft* “And you just make meringue.” *continued magic* *perfect pie comes out, no one understands*

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  8. I love the rhythm to this, Crispina, and the repetition of “remember” gives a real nostalgic tone to the dialogue. 🙂

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