The searing pan and succulent meet
Crisped in a puddle of sweet creamery butter
Warmed under a gentle and steady flame
You knew my name
Didn’t have to ask for a thing
This was an offering, a gift
From the see,
A perfect pairing with Gorgonzola
Freshly ground
Grinding black pepper and a gentle nibble
I trembled at the plate
Each bite dissolving doubt of memory or sin
Gone fishing on the gentle shore
Where the line between the ocean and horizon live
Come alive, came, lived in the oily faces on the undulating surface of the lapping crests
I revisit its taste amidst the waste of ash and empty nothingness of everything else
Where am I
In that place between darkest night and mourning blonde light stands still in a memory
Elegy of the love that was and always will be
A tender scalloped edge
Born in Providence 
With a ru(in)ed sense of humour – I’m not sure this shouldn’t have come with a trigger warning! I’m off to buy blue cheese and eat it myself.
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I see Dverse is back from leave. Check D’Schedule for prompt nights and every second Thursday is Open Link Night or OLN when we can post anything we’ve done. Hope you participate again.
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Poetry jam? Count me in! Thanks 🙂
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I loved the imagery you create in this. I have a fondness for water, and especially the ocean. Well done. I could absolutely see and feel being on shore 🙂
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Thank you!
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