Seasoned

Gold cherry

By lenchenelf

Thu, 11 Sep 2025
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7 comments
 

Stir days of my life into this ragu

 

It spits in my face

 

Slow cooked spurts of deep red scorn

 

Over a fingernail of flame:

 

 

“You do not need this

 

They do”

 

 

Spindle limbed, gut blown, ashen eyed blooms.

 

 

I will not taste,

 

 

Wither within, wait, offer a spoon

 

Their hands cannot reach around the world.

 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by sean mcnulty on

Beyond a doodle. The food of life. Very much enjoyed.

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

That is a very kind comment Sean.

Best to you

Lena

 

Submitted by marandina on

"Their hands cannot reach around the world."

Where's there's life, there's hope. And ragu an apt metaphor.

Imagistic and profound. Adriotly done, Lena.

 

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

... for your thoughtful reading Paul, much appreciated.

Best as always

Lena

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

As Sean so aptly says, this is way beyond a doodle. Well deserved golden cherries!

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

A suprise, and appreciated.

Best to you

Lena

 

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