Winter Of Content (re-post of a challenge poem)
For the former partner with whom I lived these memories…
Photo: youngest son with his first box camera
Softest snowfall of the season: first
blanket cover for bare tree limbs, first
deep white heaps against the split-rail fence.
Outside, my son and tan-tail-up Teddy
with his perky ears and boundless doggy delight;
the zigzag lines of exuberant paw prints.
Inside, the wood fire warmth and smell
of fresh from the oven yellow crunch-crust cake, coffee.
The murmur of congenial voices, the feeling of content.
© belcanto 2023
Verbless poem. Very clever. I guess it took a bit of deep thought to get it right. Lovely and warming like a fluffy duvet (comforter?).
Lovely and warm like a fluffy duvet is a wonderful description! Thank you Guaj. This was perhaps the most fun of UKA’s more recent poetry challenges and the idea of IYP when it was her turn to challenge. She was also a riot of laughs and enthusiasm in the promotional stage! A number of people participated and some innovative and very interesting poems emerged. My reason for re-posting ( I’m always removing my work as I come and go!) is a personal one though. A tribute of sorts to the man I shared my life with at the time my… Read more »
A delight, thanks Bel; I liked the yellow crust cake.
Dougie
Dougie thank you for the read and appetite for yellow crust cake. It was a reality and a delicious “pudding” cake I put together in the days when one baked “from scratch”. 🙂 🙂
Lovely poem, reminded me of home with a snowy garden and mum dad and I eating hot buttered toast made with a toasting fork over the fire. Beautifully written. Sue. X
It’s pleasing to hear this little poem evoked such warm memories for you. Thank you Sue. 🙂 bel xx