1 poem
By jaidan Voelkner
Greens Farms Academy
Intrusive Thought
I brown my butter,
swirling it in my copper pot,
scraping with my spatula,
swirling with my oven-mitt-clad hand,
scraping to
find the flecks of gold:
swirl and scrape,
swirl and scrape,
I wonder how much it would
burn to press my palm to
the bottom of the pot,
until my flesh started to bubble
like the gentle simmer of my brown butter.
jaidan voelkner
Prior to moving back to her hometown in Connecticut in 2021, Jaidan Voelkner lived in Hong Kong for 8 years where she discovered her love for the written and spoken word. Her work has been recognized by the Hong Kong Young Writers Award, making this her second publication.