Fierce hunter, osprey
carries his catch
like a prized ruby –
riveting sight

At home, hubby
prepares his pride –
squirt of extra-virgin,
dash of extra spice

I observe them both
bemused by the process,
cooking up this poem.

(Image my own)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

34 thoughts on “Culinary”

  1. This piece reminds me a bit of Billy Collins’ style of writing. You’ve meshed two similar moments in life, and then incorporated the gist of both into a third. Brilliant!

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  2. Sometimes it is just nice to be an observer of the world. The way you capture each moment and connect them is wonderful; I found myself nodding my head as I made the connection.

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