snippets: how warm and cold supper can be

image: the vegetable gardener

the water in the pot, as it began to boil,

beat out a percussion tune

windows began to steam and frost ferns grew

soon smell of parsnips and turnip swirled round the wood stove

pedestrian potatoes felt steam bath too

scraps of rinds scrapped off to the compost bucket

knife, hands and wrists resting from the vegetable wars

struggle to contain root veggies to cookable chunks

set table with favourites:

chipped but cherished square pottery plate beautifully made as a long ago love gift

mismatched real silverware discovered in yard sales and buried in back yards

crystal wine glass, now lone of set of two

pretty iris adorned paper napkins

lid rattles, butter warms, taste buds awaken

as winter rages, root cellar feast

candles, to protect against the storm-enforced darkness

make all seem like someone sits across the table

smiling, clinking glasses and saying:

“I love rutabagas, only a little bit less than I love you.”hdp-banner

A poem for Lori Carlson’s Hump Day Poetry, Week 4. (My first contribution)



8 thoughts on “snippets: how warm and cold supper can be

  1. wildchild47 March 2, 2016 / 7:43 pm

    windows began to steam and frost ferns grew

    What a sensitive piece and a gorgeous image ….. I adore “frost ferns grew” …. well written Phylor :)


    • taleweavering March 4, 2016 / 5:38 am

      Must be still with all the photos on my old lap top — a beautiful picture of frost ferns on one of our farmhouse windows. Got to figure an easy way to transfer the bunch over. And that doesn’t count the hundreds that didn’t come on CDs or haven’t been scanned. Egad. And that doesn’t include ones from my parents’ collection — most of which I returned to the subject/photographer. Thankfully!

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      • wildchild47 March 4, 2016 / 6:18 am

        I know what you mean …. photos … whether they be film pieces printed on paper or now, digital, they have a way of accumulating into unruly heaps ;)


  2. Lori Carlson March 2, 2016 / 7:02 pm

    Reblogged this on A Whispered Wind and commented:
    Beautifully penned. A sweet poem about love, relationships, and food.
    Comments are disabled. Please leave a comment on Phylor’s blog. Thank you.

    Liked by 1 person

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