aphrodite

on a winter night

when it is -14 degrees

and the wind is blowing

drafts down the chimney

 

you can find

a jar of dried chanterelles

you hid in back of the spices

soak them in broth

and sauté them up

with onions, salt, and pepper

marsala and chicken

 

John Lennon might look over

your shoulder and your

Honey after a glass of Rieseling

might suggest that the

two of you go upstairs  

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Wondrous wording! How magically does Aphrodite appear at the right times to lure chanterelles into the more-ish ness of a perfect come hithering for two people at the right time: this moment!!!! Those interested should take note. This could be called genre: Succulent.

[SkinlessFrank]

Thanks. So you know a moment when you see one. So many others are just dredging for gold in cold, muddy waters.

[emmajoygreen]

The more you have - the more you have to lose whatever the waters, yes?

[AYVID N]

A great dinner on a winter night and a great time thereafter... I enjoyed this poem so much.

[Terpsichore]

A perfect night in; John Lennon is smiling right now.

T

[Muse]

You have always been one of those gifted writers that can leave my thoughts going in a tail spin.

I've certainly missed reading you.

[SkinlessFrank]

Thanks. We've missed you too, your unique take on life and love.

[. serah .]

~ ohhhhhhh... this is gorgeous poetry, maestro d. ... she's a goddess... who deserves this lavish treat... and the festivities that follow... and the poet/narrator is the kind of god who knows that...

~ i miss this so much in poetry that i read that i'm ecstatic to find this poem on your pages... ~ unlike you, people just don't do justice to the element of worship which is critical i think in a thriving yin and yang equation... and absolutely mesmerizing when it's reciprocated...

p.s. -14 degrees... i'm shivering just reading about it... :p