like living fireworks exploding
under a flourescent sky
Powdery flour is worked until
then worked again
into an elastic glutenous glob
under a blanket of quiet heat
becoming its own pillow
When it wakes,
it births five little pillows
that grow in the oven
like premies in an incubator
shiny and golden,
Wednesday's project: Challah for Rosh Hashanah
submitted for mindlovemisery, Prompt 19, Food
This is so beautiful and it reminds me how much being gluten intolerance sucks lol I miss baked goods this is heavenly and sadistic lol
oo la....i would not mind a piece of that....i love fresh bread!!!
Homemade bread is such a wonderful smell just like the clean smell of babies.
How cool! In the novel I'm reading, they make challah. Synchronicity!
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Hi, great imagery. I love this poem. :) Love your blog title too.
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