Monday, 16 November 2015

Game


I watch her shuffle
from inspiration to boredom
flour dusts the floor
slippered footprints map the triangle
fridge to sink to hob
the flickering neon
lights up my  appetite
the kitchen takes on artistry
a dutch masterpiece brought to life
feathered game flops among onions
herbs, bright green, a plenty
and maybe
 a speckled egg
rests on a delft blue dish
I lick my lips
awaiting partridge heart and lights.


KD
16/11/15

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9 comments:

  1. Fine response to the prompt...

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  2. Only you could make a kitchen sound this delicious

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  3. No wonder the cat is hanging around!

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  4. Yes, stick to where the food lives, smart cat!

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  5. I love what you did bringing it up to a still life... So apt to have a cat there... The can wait..

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  6. ooooo . . . pure delight here!

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