Quoth Theraven Poet Pantoum

A Season To Remember

Emboldened metal torso dusts her in pink Himalayan flecks
Her mahogany neck persuaded to turn in his grip
Rendering fragrant dark bite from her deep spice chest
The two infused together perfect a harmonious marriage

Her mahogany neck persuaded to turn in his grip
Seasoning lamb's tendered flesh, in a glistening delight
The two infused together perfect a harmonious marriage
Chef, shaker, and grinder bow in sumptuous applause

Seasoning lamb's tendered flesh, in a glistening delight
Refined palate and palisades of sharpened cutlery adorn
Chef, shaker, and grinder bow in sumptuous applause
The curtains drawn, lights hushed in reverie and sighs

Refined palate and palisades of sharpened cutlery adorn
Rendering fragrant dark bite from her deep spice chest
The curtains drawn, lights hushed in reverie and sighs
Emboldened metal torso dusts her in pink Himalayan flecks

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Robert Pettit February 23, 2021 at 4:19 PM A fine example of a well-written pantoum.

Lindsay Laurie January 21, 2021 at 8:24 PM Hello Richard … mouth watering and very interesting poem - well done Richard - Lindsay

Gershon Wolf January 14, 2021 at 5:17 PM 'Chef, shaker, and grinder bow in sumptuous applause.' -- That's an image to treasure. Intriguing write, Richard. Very interesting... :) gw

Sara Kendrick January 14, 2021 at 2:46 PM Passionate work. Comparison of love to spices. Your visit to my page is always encouraging. Sara

Kim Rodrigues January 14, 2021 at 11:49 AM Wow! So interesting!

Evelyn Judy Buehler January 13, 2021 at 7:56 PM The chef must be a man for all seasons. A beautifully imagined pantoum! :)

Linda Alice Fowler January 13, 2021 at 2:48 PM Lovely pantoum seasoning Richard. What time is dinner? :) Linda

Vijay Pandit January 13, 2021 at 2:01 PM This write evokes delicious dish seasoned expertly in your words--well done, Richard.

Michelle Faulkner January 13, 2021 at 1:43 PM This has just the right amount of spice, very alluring and seductive!

Victor Buhagiar January 13, 2021 at 1:08 AM I like lamb but not too much. Salt is poison for me. Great poem. ~~ Quoth Theraven January 13, 2021 at 2:38 PM Victor, Lamb & mint jelly. I consider excessive salt poison as well. Everything in moderation. -Richard

Harry Horsman January 12, 2021 at 11:45 PM Love the cryptic blend here in this clever poetry. Harry Quoth Theraven January 13, 2021 at 2:33 PM harry, Thanks for that. Tried to err on the side of spice. -Richard

Andrea Dietrich January 12, 2021 at 10:48 PM Very elegant description of a delicious dish. I love lamb and good salt! Quoth Theraven January 13, 2021 at 2:30 PM Andrea, Thanks for the elegant dish comment. The spice routes are still precious for the rare best. -Richard

Juliet Ligon January 12, 2021 at 6:55 PM At first I thought this was a mating ritual until I read further. Very poetic way of describing sea salt and the mouth watering descriptions are sensual. Sounds like a delicious dish. Quoth Theraven January 12, 2021 at 7:10 PM Juliet, Seasoning is so important in both. -Richard