Potatoes – A Quadrille

I expected to find Mom in the living room,
smoking a cigarette and watching TV.

Instead, she was in the kitchen
peeling potatoes. I paused
to watch her pull the paring knife toward her
with each peel,
like she’d done a thousand times before.

Fingerling Potatoes

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It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub, and Mish is tending bar. Payment for a drink is one 44-word Quadrille including some form of the word peel. My offering is a modified version of a paragraph from chapter 1 of my memoir, turned to free verse.

About Linda Kruschke

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.
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23 Responses to Potatoes – A Quadrille

  1. Mish says:

    Such a vivid image you’ve painted here…but the pause is the precious part of the poem.

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  2. Peeling potatoes… one of those things I love to do myself…

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  3. Shaun Jex says:

    I LOVE this. It reminds me a bit of Ted Kooser’s poetry, who is a personal favorite. It manages to capture something profound simply by observing a “common” moment in daily life.

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  4. maria says:

    Simple, yet poignant piece.

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  5. Ali Grimshaw says:

    One of the many, many tasks that mothers do each day that usually goes unnoticed. You have honored her with your noticing.

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  6. rivrvlogr says:

    Fining comfort in the familiar.

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  7. lynn__ says:

    Lots of ways to peel/cook potatoes…love this visual, Linda!

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  8. There is no end to potatoes! I love how you crafted this, and how you paused to watch her, even though a thousand times before.

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  9. A thousand times? I bet it was more like a hundred thousand. Those strokes of the peeler were the rhythm of the kitchen.

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  10. Frank Hubeny says:

    It is amazing the simple things we remember about our parents. I hope my children’s memories will be as fond as mine are for my parents.

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  11. gillena cox says:

    Nice quadrille, these routines are really rituals of love

    Much❤love

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  12. kim881 says:

    In your 44-word quadrille, you’ve not only captured a moment from your and your mother’s lives, Linda, you’ve also sketched a poignant portrait of your mother.

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