A flower of bread brown rolls risen against each other, wooden petals of the deodar And on the stove four glistening pots huddle winter soup's quiet breath Wedges of cheese, yellow and thick the talk over sticky date pudding clustered verbs and violets
Unsheathed from its special box - Japanese steel, sworled and beautiful... and there! The pumpkin cubes easily, orange blocks forming a chopping-board city. Shush shush shush, the mushrooms fall into slivers which are scraped into the baking tray atop the pumpkin, and zucchini pieces topple in too, green-backed moons. Top and tail beetroots, the whiskered … Continue reading Dinner
Out of the Cave 