THE SOUP

Winter's eve

fireplace crackles

yellow,blue flames

scent of burning logs

expands my nostrils, breathe

Crave for hot soup

bubbles on stove

tomato base

yellow corn,green beans and okra

white turnips

navy beans

touch of red pepper

Steam swells in the kitchen

my mouth pauses to taste

Alas, I feel the warm liquid

ooze down my throat, belly

Satiates

Ideal for a blistery cold night

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Nothing like soup on a cold day. Your soup sounds delicious. This little poem appealed to my senses. Sight, smell and taste. Lovely Betty. Yesterday we has chicken and sweetcorn. That was delicious too.

Chris

[Gee]

Hi Betty, is "alas" a typo ??
Enjoyed the read and would happily partake in a bowl full if the okra removed.
Good morning

[bigfootprint]

Good work, Betty. This one comes alive with the flickering firelight, the rainbow of food coloration, the satisfaction of succulent, hearty stew on a cold night. You give us stark and stunning metaphors. With the right mindset, such stuff can delight the mind and warm the heart. Who needs mind-blowing sexual travesties, blood bath of violence, and stress of epic exposition to sate with vicarious abandon? The dedicated romantic can still sail the metaphorical seas to surf private climactic satiation and epicurean delight. Thoroughly enjoyed a helping of "The Soup". This bubbling feast adds lots of love and lust to your larder of sensuality. One of your best. -- Doug

[wordman]

and don`t forget the cornbread

[Lea Sheryn]

I think I'll make a pot of soup this week. Thank you for the great idea.

[barleygirl]

This is rich in details that appeal to all the senses! I love soup, esp in winter, & the fireplace opening makes me envision cooking soup over a bed of coals like the ones in my woodstove right this minute. I love that your ingredients sound a little bit like a hodge-podge, not a polished recipe, becuz that's the reality of SOUP! Cleaning up whatever odds & ends we have leftover from summer's garden, among other things! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this makes me feel two things....very hungry...and comfortably warm...
a tasty poem that simmers within the mind...
j.