Slow- fire gleams upon a nearby field
as I gather herbs from twig-like strips
adding creamy broth to stir the brew
under a moonlight of summer’s heat …
The mellow breeze warms my thoughts
where hands pour lemon mint, in a campfire
kindling essence of words for poetry soup:
then to grasp fireflies brightly adorned
until cheeks flush with tales spun nightlong.
The purée explodes to drink the light
of my muse, her delicacy soaked in potion
with a dash of tangy sage to flame verse
or rhyme Oh the meal is simple
but rich, delicious, releasing a flavour
uncommon even to me… a concoction
different each time , when a woman’s mix
of language heals, excites, and chars each
sip of soup mixed from the heart’s campfire.
Contest: Cindy Rockwell’s My Poetry Soup Recipe
1.30.2017
Butter crumb confection is bliss;
Soft transformation oozes across my palate.
How I love my sweets and dance my taste bud dance!
Liquid silk cocoa whipped with, delicate ease;
a moment of ecstasy.
Caramel scents tasted with vanilla bean milk
are a bakers’ miracle.
Lemon-mint liquid served in a golden mug
of pekoe slips over the tongue.
Strawberry snow cream sits atop spongy beds of
flour and sugar while,
sticky ooze engulfs my soul freely.
Oh, how I love my sweets!