Flavors of a Canvas
Her canvas awaits the first scoop,
She dips her brush in the soup
Bouillabaisse caresses her canvas,
Stirring the senses of her palate
She dips her brush in yet
As the stove heats up her palette,
Painting the dawn sky
With tints of butternut squash
Split pea flavor colors the trees
Minestrone sways the flower in a breeze,
And roses find their hue
With brushstrokes of tomato soup
She adds a stroke of egg drop too
Just a touch of lentil soup will do,
Her canvas seems so edible
She lets it simmer for a while
She can taste her painting's flavor
With each brush stroke to savor
Now she's ready to eat,
Time for a bowl of soup!!
5-11-2022
A Merger With Food Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg
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