A Wink from the Stove
What do we do when the pepper pot wants to reach us?
Today is National Pepper Pot Day, one that's fitting, as we feast into the new year.
But...what do we do when something like a pepper pot wants to reach us?
Enjoy it?
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O pepper pot, succubus winks from the stove,
First taste on buds, savouriness locked in recall
Father drowned in the viscous, moist icebergs of tender beef chunks
Doses of cayenne and cinnamon inflame his tongue
Then stay, a lovingly wrapped gift from her, heart aglow.
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An original epulaeryu by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
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Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (4)
Yum, I would love to try pepper pot!
Sounds yummy!
I didn't even know pepper pot was a thing, and now I want one. I could almost feel the taste.
You sure know how to make people hungry with your writing. Sorry, the collaboration is taking so long. My brain is being held hostage by brain fog. Or its my perfectionist that want the collaboration to come out right.