A Sonnet to the Slightly Charred and Deeply Divine.
A Tale About My Lunch.
Upon a plate, my humble throne was laid,
With parsnip spears both crisp and pale with fire—
Some kissed too long by heat, some shy, afraid,
Yet all conspired to meet my heart’s desire.
A salad fresh, with apple, carrot, leaf,
Tomatoes round as joy, their skins a song.
Their colors danced like springtime’s sweet relief,
In vibrant shades where nothing could go wrong.
The fava beans, in stew of earthy gold,
With onion, pepper, tomato in bloom—
A tale of warmth and flavor gently told,
A comfort stirred within the kitchen's womb.
This feast I made with whispers none could see—
A quiet friend, and all of it for me.
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Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.
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⭐Shortlisted on The Creative Future Writers Awards 2025.
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Comments (5)
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I had to Google fava beans and got to know that I know it as broad beans. Such a yummy poem. I loved it!
Very creative description of your lunch. Makes me hungry 😋. Love how you paint a picture in my mind. Lovely writing.
Captivative poem and well written, good luck.
Well-wrought! It is a joy to eat even the simplest meals which we have prepared for ourselves.