Reverie

The scheme is to reinvent ‘flavours’ of a golden 

age - breakfast as it was meant be; & tastebuds 

have to agree nothing changed too much to that 

easy-peasy-buttered-toast uniqueness, with the 

salutary dab of Vegemite, a smidgen of honey & 

creme de la creme of peanut paste (yeah OK, I 

know we call it butter - but I won’t waste words 

in defence of unsophisticated, traditional ways) 

And riding waves of gustatory recall - swirling a 

cup of milk-and-sugared tea around the molars, 

cleaning reflectively before a compulsory ‘tooth-

brushing’, and then accompanied by mint-fresh 

teeth ushered unconscionably out the door and 

off to School - where reverie irrevocably ends 

© 12 May 2015, I. D. Carswell