When my man is under the spell of elusive
raven nights, I carry in my bosom a long
-held secret, in glimmers of the faint
candle-light
I carefully lay my eyes upon the shelves of my
oriental kitchen, laden with my bridal
copper pots & pans, embellished of
emerald peacocks and exquisite
Mughal florets.
My majestic Indian Mortar, Earthen Moroccan
Tagine lay enthroned midst the spice
bazaar, magical herbs gilded like
jewels in the crown of my
Kitchen Empire .
As I stir heavenly liquids against thick walls of
ashen pots the mushroom fumes of blunt
peppers, topaz turmeric soar much high
raising the temperatures of cold
Connecticut nights.
Uncle Sage and Aunty Rosemary sit beside me
all night whispering to me the magic that
will unfold tonight, as I stir the curry
in circles with all my might I often
shed a tear- or so on
my plight ,
The divine basil fills up my senses and assures
that things will go alright, while the ruby
peppers keep raising the temperatures,
and tiny sparkling drops crawls through
neck much to my annoyance.
Lamenting lemon appears, splitting into a glorious
vision of two, infusing with the clear waters
of great American Land quenching my
thirsts with concoction of fabled
lemonade.
As the coterie of spices tinker in the pot, I realize
I need one more ploy and blow a puff of
aphrodisiac Fenugreek to stop the
ensuing battle tonight…
All this and more till oriental sun-rises on my imperial
Kitchen Durbar….
Utterly rich, lush, and compelling…Tanya.
Masterful.
So masterful.
Aww Bill you are always so kind, I know you love food, what can be better than tinkering pots and stirring curries on cold nights? So very thank you❤️
Precisely! That’s a wonderful image! The pleasure is all mine Tanya!
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I don’t think Samuel Taylor Coleridge himself (after forgetting the rest of the lines to his poem Kubla Khan because he smelled the scent of your curry coming from the kitchen) could have written a better description of your creating recipes in the empire of your kitchen. 👍
My literary friend, Samuel Taylor Coleridge is one hell of a poet! “ Kubla Khan” what a spectacular poem! You warm my heart with your kind words, I’m still in awe of your poem, such a great poet you are!
Thank you very much, Tanya. ☺
My pleasure 🙂
Wow. So rich. In awe of your poems. ❤️
Ramyani thanks for your kind words, coming from such an accomplished writer like you it means a lot! Food one of the finest luxuries of life 🙂
You are an amazing writer and me being an accomplished one is 😂😂 anyway, I love to read your poems. ❤️
I’m humbled and yes you are an excellent writer!
all your poems are very unique, but this one i like the most so far❤️
Thanks honey, I’m very glad you enjoyed it! When stressed what can be more therapeutic than kitchen? I love my pots and pans 😉
Wow, food, exotic urns, beautiful words and a sumptuous meal
Thanks a lot Shantanu, I’m so glad you liked it. Kitchen is such a comforting place, isn’t?
My absolute pleasure. Kitchen is absolutely a comforting place 😊
Absolutely my friend, enjoy weekend with good food!
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