savoury feast
( an epulaeryu )
A ladle lifts the broth’s
amber swirl as though some
ancient hearth were waking;
steam rises like heralds
calling us to gather,
to savour this
gold
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
A beautiful simplicity well expressed not overburdened
Yay! Thanks for the first comment, Norman. Most appreciated. Sometimes, simple and minimal is best. 🙏🏻🕊️
Always, R
It certainly is, good write much enjoyed
A lovely picture animated to call one most literal but to me metaphorical as well. I can smell it now.
Best of both worlds, as it has been said time and again. Thanks my dear friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Always a pleasure my friend.
This took me back to my Grandmother's House.
Dinner time and Broth. Liked it 👍
Those were the days! Cheers Kevin 🙏🏻🕊️
My Pleasure. 🍲🥄
Good epu-wotsit A. lol.
Thanks O! yep, it's a mouthful alright... of scalding stew perhaps 🤣👍🏻🕊️
Nicely done
Thanks dear Friendship 🙏🏻🕊️
What a lovely opening, my friend. The kitchen feels almost sacred here...heat, aroma, memory, and gathering all folding into one generous invitation. Beautifully crafted, Rik. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Always looking forward to a multi-course meal! 🍴👍🏻🙏🏻🕊️🤩
We are so lucky to have food to eat every day Rik.
Andy
That is true, Andy🙏🏻🎶
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