The Feast of St Nicholas
Cooking with Mama, and Baba
Pinny on, tails trail to the floor
Bowls filled with sumptious ingredients
I dip my finger, then lick, close my eyes,
Delighting in the heaven of vanilla with walnuts,
Juicy, bulbous pearls of barley; smells divine.
Slava bread, large, round
Kissed and blessed by the holy man
Drenched with wine, burned with candle wax
Remembering Serbian clans and tribes
Wanderers from Mongolia, Russia, Armenia;
We are Rom, blue-eyed Gypsy, roses in our hair, our hats.
In our eyes, souls of a travelling past,
Making bread at camps, killing boar for the feast,
Dancing with a spirited moon, laughing at our shadows
Mama and Baba, hands and hearts of the plains
Ceremony of St Nick with love for decades.