In suspended animation
Await warm water and food.
Feed them the miller’s wheat,
Flavor them with salt.
Knead, rest, rise, bake:
Crusty joy,
Magic.
Bread.
This post has been a Monday Mission, this week's mission being to write a post in the form of a Tanga or a Nonet. I think I'm done writing about bread, at least for a while.
You are REALLY making me want to bake bread lately ;)
ReplyDeleteI don't even know what a nonette is, but crusty bread sounds pretty darn good.
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ReplyDeletedefinitely magic.
ReplyDeleteIt is usually spelled nonet. A nine line poem, the first line of which contains 9 syllables, the second, 8, the third 7, and so on.
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And very nice poem, Maggie!
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now i'm hungry. for bread.
ReplyDeleteI love "magic" It is magic, isn't it?
lovely. thanks for playing.
Bread is magic. And poem-worthy.
ReplyDeleteLove this. Times 9.
ReplyDeleteMmmm...bread. Tasty poem, Magpie.
ReplyDeleteLove it! Must try it myself. Also, the bread.
ReplyDeleteYour blog is always fun. Thanks so much for being here.