NaPoWriMo Day Eleven: Yeast

Posted on April 18, 2020 by mabhsavage

I love yeast

I love the warmth of fresh baked bread

The buttery silk of a sharp cut slice,

Just cool enough not to crumble

Under the knife

I love the bubbling demijohn

Or brew bin

Singing in the night

A watery siren

That paradoxically pulls you closer

Once silent.

I love the jar on my kitchen side

Full of power

Potential

Preening itself as I feed it daily;

Home-cultured yeast,

From practically nothing

The oldest magic.