The Day She Wore Flour in Her Hair
I saw her clearly edged
in golden light,
through sun rays poured
and filtered
through old stained glass ..
She had flour
in her hair and had been
baking bread ..
I simply cannot tell you,
just how hungry
we both then were, that day ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Well...this could be interpreted in so many ways. Probably just me lol...beautifully written!
I sincerely hope its not just you LIZ .. but if indeed it is .. you shall be in good company .. becuz I got your back covered .. Oh' and thank you BIG .. Neville
💜💜💜💜💜
So very beautifully described dear Nev, baked to perfection. 💖
............. crumbs, that takes the biscuit .. thank you my little flour & munchly ❤️
Yes, KP said she would like some flowers in her hair, so I tipped a bag of flour over her! lol. My nastiness to her never stops. Well, she deserves it. lol.
I imagine you deserve all you get too
You lusty devil.
Well written, Neville.
thank you kindly kind sir .... Neville
Lovely your writing lights me up it shines thanks
shine on my friend and brightly .. like a dozen million candles ma'am and then some .. Neville
You shouldn't fool around while baking, that's how you get Munchkins.
I felt there was a lightheartedness to this poem. It brought a smile to my face and brightened an otherwise rainy day. It also sparked my appetite. - Phil A.
Two birds with one stone eh' that feels like a win win from where I'm typing .. Cheers Phil .. Neville
Sounds like a recipe to tempt the taste buds, in more ways than one. Soft and gentle, it makes one sigh. Lovely dear friend!
The very thought of you sighing, is more than enough, to keep me writing, my very dearest of Bella's .. Neville
Nice double entendre!! Hungry indeed!x
Ah' you noticed .. Cheers C .. x
The poem's simplicity belies its complex layers of meaning, making it a touching exploration of human connection and the significance of seemingly ordinary .
My most sincere and heartfelt thanks my friend .. All the very best of All Good Things are wished for You & yours .. Your literary friend, Neville
She met your most vital need (for bread) I can’t begin to imagine the power of symbolism-“I saw her clearly edged” on the (church like) stained glass imagery-I see holy, maternal, and sensual represented by the same woman-This is one of my favorites of your body of work…
How extraordinarily kind of you .. I am most honoured my fine literary friend .. Neville
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