Bread of heaven
A baker's lot is a sensuous one
By Raymond G. TaylorPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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Break open oven, let free that pungent yeasty scent,
Revel in golden glow of crispy crust, heaven sent.
Ever drawn to welcome warmth bursting beneath the skin,
A finger tap echoes deep from within.
Delicate taste of buttered flesh begin.
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Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Comments (7)
Oh, this is divine. I remember the heavenly smell of rolls cooking from the cafeteria while in school and thereafter, while working in an elementary school. Nothing like that warm, delightful prelude to deliciousness.
Mmmm, I can almost smell it! It's sooooo good!
Damn, my mouth is watering!
Delightfully delicious 🤗… we used to bake fresh bread every day and it never got old 😊.
Mmm! I love how baking bread makes the house smell. Good one, Ray!
And now I want to go make some bread
Looks like manna from heaven. Looks and sounds delicious.