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A reminder to extend an olive branch… where possible.
Let us sup of the dignity of kindness and humility…
A reminder to extend an olive branch… where possible.
Let us sup of the dignity of kindness and humility…
A dragon basks in my stew, scales glinting with heat
Steam curls, weaving tales of daring quests
Potatoes anchor islands, thickening the plot
Carrots float like tiny boats on a spicy sea
Pepper flames flicker, igniting bold flavours
Onions create layers of intrigue
Garlic breathes magic
Stew simmers bold.
Spoon stirs, dragon flares
Bubbles pop with mystery
Savoury secrets blend-
Courage takes a bite.
Spoon dips,
Bowl lifts.
Savour.
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As a child used to look at the soup and imagine things now I eat it to fast for pictures to form. Several metaphors here and yet the main plot seems litteral and delicious
I did too! Even had story boards to go along. But some soups go soggy and clumpy if left to cool down…lol metaphor diving and mining ⛏ optional 😄👍🏻🕊
Structured poetry for me is a big task so we'll done, as for the imagery exceptional my friend. A fun read and what a way to promote stew 🤣 🍲 try to make one with Guinness my friend. 🌹
It’s like stretching and warm ups before sport or physical activity. And Guinness is an ingredient in drunk dragon stew! 🙏🏻👍🏻😁
I have never been much of a soup fan...but stew...now you are talking. And, damn, if I had a dragon in my stew I would be playing as opposed to eating! LOL! Such a fun poem that warmed the cockles of my heart as surely as a bowl o' warm stew would warm and satiate my belly. Well done, friend! 🙏❤️
Ha, yeah! Soup has to be made well to be palatable but stew on the other hand is hard to ruin, imo! Winter warmers are the best 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
Exactly! 💯
This poem reminds me very much how I had to encourage our Robbie as a three year old to eat his veg. We had to play games. Lots of them. Airplanes incoming. The spoon descending from a height with a full load and then a handclap when the cargo landed safely in a little open mouth. It worked a treat. Your stew looks delicious. Straight down the hatch. Yummy.
A really nice poem, a delight to read, I'm also hungry. It's obvious you've mastered the power of imagery.
Fantastic work. Now, I'm hungry.
Excellent write
That was fun. I used to imagine stuff like this when I was a kid! Nothing like a rhyme to bring it back online.
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