Sunday, March 31, 2013

Culinary



I'm your sous chef
but it's you who are cunning,
squeezing seeds from tomatoes
casually in the palm of your hand.
We reflect in the night window
like two aproned ghosts.

It's a changed world here,
free from any feeling
apart from belonging.
I lean back and sip wine,
watch you do your splendid thing,
flee all responsibility.

Patient with a slow simmer,
you dare to touch fleshy lasagna
with gentle expertise.
Everything fades to steam.
Is it coincidence we wind up
in the same kitchen?



tk/March 2013

Thanks to the talented R.A.D. Stainforth for reading this poem. More of his readings of my poetry can be found HERE.

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36 comments:

  1. Nice take on the prompt. Loved it :)
    Also I can feel a rustic romanticism in this poem Good luck.

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  2. Wonderful .. every woman deserves a master chef in the house ..
    second in command suits me just fine! As long as it's me in the kitchen too.

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  3. And who wouldn't want a sous chef to share their kitchen? :)

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  4. ...ah, i am learning more from R.A.D.'s reading not alone on the accent but how words, that seemed unfamilar to me, are pronounced... your sense of belongingness to the kitchen world is so visible here... i like the reflection in the night window like two aproned ghosts a lot... and your finale is a killer that fits well on how it is being read... ah, wish i could grace my poems with such a rich tone & soul when read... smiles... happy easter!

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  5. a lovely steamy dance of cusine and love. Masterful!

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  6. I too sometimes stand in awe of a truly experienced, talented chef. (I haven't reached the "sous" rank yet.)

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  7. Love lives in your kitchen and that is no coincidence. Happy Easter Tess.

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  8. Like two aproned ghosts. Beautiful imagery!

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  9. Perfect, it so reminded me of 'kitchen part' from Angels Fall...remarkable resemblance to the grace and smoothness of her words and Reece movements...I might be going off the track but loved what you have cooked here :)

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  10. mmm yummy - free from any feeling apart from belonging - fleshy lasagna how bold and you make it work :-)

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  11. Nothing like two cooks in the kitchen. Fun piece
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  12. And I'm just taken for granted....

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  13. Scrumptious poetry to fit the prompt.

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  14. Two cooks are fun, Tess! But too many may spoil the broth. Keep it small and nothing's going to be wrong! Nicely!

    Hank

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  15. There are no coincidences! fate only- opportunity indeed! thanks.

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  16. Definitely not Hells Kitchen this one ; still , any port in a storm !

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  17. You painted an idyllic picture - someone else doing the cooking whilst you sip wine and watch. No wonder there's steam.

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  18. I'm my wife's sous-chef, so I too am skilled at leaning back and sipping wine.

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  19. Ah, this is just lovely. I want to be in this kitchen too...I can taste it.

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  20. Love the 'aproned ghosts"...this is yummy, when's dinner?

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  21. A lot of heat going on in this kitchen--loved this!

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  22. ah, to lean back and sip wine while someone else cooks. heaven

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  23. Oh, I liked what you did with this in relation to the picture.

    "everything fades to steam"

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  24. I hardly drop comments, however i did a few searching and wound up here "Culinary".
    And I actually do have 2 questions for you if it's allright. Could it be simply me or does it look as if like a few of these responses look like they are written by brain dead people? :-P And, if you are writing at additional sites, I would like to keep up with everything new you have to post. Would you list of all of all your public sites like your twitter feed, Facebook page or linkedin profile?

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  25. fleshy lasagna, that's how the pasta is when it comes out of the pot ready to turn into a "caserole"

    where is the food when mother is not?

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  26. Yearn for love for/in the kitchen? Not I. But I admire your writing!

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  27. Cooking up quite a storm in the kitchen, Tess, aren't we?

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  29. Ramsey and Piere White alone at last....
    Seriously I adore this Tess, simply delicious writing!

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  30. I love to read about hot times in the kitchen!

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  31. Thanks for all your kind comments, dear readers...

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  32. this is so wonderfully erotic!

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