Holiday Meal
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HOLIDAY MEAL
In the hush
before the meal,
the air thickens—herbs, warmth,
a slow confession of the bird.
Outside,
frost whirls on the windows,
and trees stand witness
to our small gratitude—
how scent alone can summon
a memory of hands,
and hunger,
tender as prayer.
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This Quadrille (44 word poem) prompted by family memories, thanks to DVerse Poets.
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Whew. Stunning. I love this so much. Especially this aromatic ending:
ReplyDeletehow scent alone can summon
a memory of hands,
and hunger,
tender as prayer.
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That's exactly what I was about to write!
DeleteYes, that's one strong ending.
ReplyDeleteChris, your poem makes me yearn for those old holiday family gatherings.
ReplyDeleteahhh, such a dream-like quality to this piece. reminds me of Thanksgiving at my grandma's house. xx, ren
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