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Poetry / Making Gingerbread (Analysis)
Your love is like the
molasses you use to make cookies.
Dark and gooey, it pours
slowly, sticking to everything,
the bowl, the spoon,
your fingers, and your rings that
you forgot to take off before baking,
covered in flour already,
now a sweet, goopy mess.
You take a taste of it, and it coasts
your throat all the way down.
The love in the jar won’t
go bad, but when you’re done
you cleanse the rim
with hot water, wiping
all the excess off
so you can put the lid back on
and shelve it in the cupboard
when you’re done.
You clean the jar
for fear that you won’t
be able to use the molasses again.
For fear.
And you bake the cookies;
the molasses sits on a shelf
as life in the kitchen bakes on,
just waiting for the next time
you try opening the jar.
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I think the metaphor is very clear. With the baking reference, the lover seems to be a woman/mother. One whose love is portioned out carefully. The speaker understands that the jar doesn’t get opened very often but when it does it is done abundantly. The lover is not comfortable with such excess and thus it is a feast and famine kind of relationship for the speaker.
“You clean the jar
for fear that you won’t
be able to use the molasses again.
For fear.”
I’m not sure why the second “For fear” is necessary…unless to emphasize that the lover is frightened to show her emotions.
The image is very well crafted…easy on the eye and mind. With little opinion injected one can interpret it a bit for oneself, although a sad longing is clear in the voice of the speaker.
Ardriana
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