Followers

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

With Real Toads: warming winter's waifs


MOTHERS MAKE MEALS


Photos from Google

Simmered slowly, savory stews seem specially soothing since summer vanished. Sibilant sounds of steam somehow stir the air like soft winds: seductive, enticing. Sighs slip from souls seeking solace from winter’s woes. Safety, stillness, serenity, and soon... sleep.










Posted for today's
Prose Poetry challenge
at

16 comments:

EG Wow said...

OH my goodness. That sure is a ton of s-words. )) Very clever, Kay.

Mama Zen said...

I love it!

Fireblossom said...

Very apt for U.S. Thanksgiving week, even though I know you are Canadian. :-)

Barbara Rosenzweig said...

Beautifully written!

Your photos make me hungry even though it's almost midnight here!

Lily Hydrangea said...

I love food and the change of seasons & you describe describe how they seem to connect to each other and life for us humans quite wonderfully.

shawnacymariekiker said...

the sliding savory sweetness, simmers succulent and sufficient.
... hee... couldn't resist.

Carrie Burtt said...

Mother's are comfort food in themselves...this is beautiful! :-)

Kerry O'Connor said...

Such comfort to be found in a mother's meal. I'm amazed at how you sustained the alliteration.

Lyn said...

This stew is delicious...a simple recipe, after all... beautifully done!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is clever. At the moment, I have something savoury simmering in the crock pot, it is snowing today, and I totally relate to every word!

Dianne said...

Now I've learnt a few new S words Kay and you've got my mind racing thinking of more. great post about two of my favourite things - food and words! xx

turtlememoir said...

Simply scintillating prose, er, proetry...

Mary Ann Potter said...

How creative! A stew of substance! 8-)

Susannah said...

What a feast for the senses! Wonderful. :-)

Jinksy said...

Poetic prose for pots and pans! *smiles*

Doctor FTSE said...

Superb alliteration. And lovely thoughts.