That lift and drop a question on your plate . . . "
~ T. S. Eliot ~
from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
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The Spell of the Apple Paring
Pare an apple, take the skin,
And fling it straight behind you;
Whatever letter it may frame,
That will being your true love's name,
And (s)he will surely find you.
The Apple Parings
With a sharp knife pare an apple
Round and round and round.
Toss the paring o'er your shoulder --
The initial found
Will be the one you'll marry --
Do not be afraid?
'Tis an old prophetic omen
Good for man or maid.
both rhymes found in
Halloween
Romantic Art and Customs of Yesteryear
by Diane C. Arkins (p 23)
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And this is just me, playing with the food
on my plate at Cafestar, Astana, Kazakhstan
