12/04/20
We are finding our bakers’ hands,
Letting the yeast rise again
in these troubled lands.
Flour, egg, butter and milk,
Make a cake, make a loaf,
Knead the dough now knead
Carroway, cumin, cinnamon
Clove, coriander, cardamom,
Olive upon olive.
Whizz up a lemon drizzle,
a pie, a fool, a tart,
art now in our bakers’ hands,
letting the yeast rise again
in these troubled lands.
As we tread on the quicksand
of a lockdown life
knead the dough, now knead
Wooden spoon and sharp knife in our bakers’ hands
Cutting a slice of sweet life,
Letting the yeast rise again
in these troubled lands
we are finding our bakers’ hands
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