Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
I had an idea For words In the middle of the night In vino veritas Perhaps But definitely In vino no memoriae. (For the love of cheese someone clean up my Latin! Please!)
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… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Eleven: Yeast”
Stepping back into my kitchen Which smells of Fenugreek Curry leaf Happiness A potato heavy Vegan affair That does surprisingly little To soak up Two shots of whiskey And a glass of homemade Cherry wine. Step out again, Wobble around the house Check for… Continue Reading “Curry Night”