Paul J Penton – Songwriter

Whipped Cream – Object Writing March 28

“Yes thanks I WILL have cream with that”, the bowl hovers over the remaining pieces of the steaming pie that fills the air with the magic of apple, cinnamon and fresh baked crust. The bundle of cream arrives and I cup it from below and above it reminds me of a concrete pouring funnel from a building site… I tip it sideway while scooping through with the large metal spoon. That’s it, a beautiful pile of fresh cream to cement the meal in place. Already my mouth tingles with anticipation, little rockets of pleasure are already exploding on my taste buds. As the spoon slices the pie and cream into a manageable segment the pleasure bells begin to ring, cascading coloured lights seem to ignite behind eyeballs as the fatal combination of crusty pie base, sweetly sugared apple and arresting cream all mingle in my mouth.

The cream, seems to be the sensible one of the lot, almost like the smartest kid in class, the other two components are goofing off around my mouth making paper aeroplanes and passing notes to each other. The cream is stern and serious and just wants to get on with the job and ‘tone down’ those unruly boys. I let my little finger run round the edge of the spoon removing some last remnants of slimy cream before I plunge the pick up device again. I have a real Himalaya of cream going on here, it’s white tufted peaks aspire to the sky-light which filters down dimming evening light. The glowing warmth of the kitchen pot belly makes it all seem somewhat surreal….