Blue Willow
Something hidden.
I want to lick off drips
of gravy, love
ladled on brown
and thick, an ooze
around my meat
and the potatoes
crisp skinned
creamy fleshed and white,
a deep pair
of pockets ready to hold
whatever comes.
As I eat your pattern
is revealed --
a lovely memory
full and so satisfying.
--smh
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And why is there such a poem
about Blue Willow china
on Small Works today?
There's a good reason,
and if you
come back tomorrow,
come back tomorrow,
I'll explain.
a Monday Mystery . . .
a Monday Mystery . . .
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11 comments:
This is one yumalicious poem!
Evokes memories of all those meals I consumed from the very colorful china my grandmother collected. So enjoyed your Magpie!
Oh, yes, the comfort food that covers the legend. Delicious piece!
i love the playfulness of this. It almost makes me hungry for mashed potatoes and gravy! Guess I'll be coming back tomorrow! Happy Monday!
ha. love it. i am on my way to dinner so you got me properly hungry...but also to see what is beneath it. nice magpie!
inviting and fun!
Well I do love a good mystery!
Makes me want to run out and buy Blue Willow china for the holidays.
deliciously descriptive.
Joanny
Lovely flow in this poem. Revealing the mystery as it goes.
I love that I could taste every bit..and it was delicious!
From one gravy lover to another, I really enjoyed this. The ladle of love!
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