Star Baker

For my Mum


Made it with flour on the face

Raw eggs

Fingers on the counter top

And icing

Garish pink shades

You’ve got the hundreds

Of thousands

Scattered on sponge

You can

Manage to mix away

The eggshells

And hopeless helping hands.

Fairy cakes

The name

is for the magic just below the garden by the willow tree fence

The curves where

Sprites hide amongst sparrows

Because even though

I’m impossible

To bake with

We still manage to create

Our own kind of masterpiece.