I saw...
A hunter gatherer window display, in a vintage store.
I passed great knockers (of the door kind),
Peeling paint, a lovely patina worn and graceful,
Rusted oranges and yellow against a cold grey day that even turned my hands a shade of numbing blue,
Sitting solitary with other solitaries in Loafer bread, regaining feeling and colour with fingers wrapped around a latte,
Ate a wonderful Lentil and mushroom pie, the best flaky buttery pastry that ever passed these lips,
A fat slice of Babka all twirled rolled and twisted to rise in a beautiful fluted shape, sitting high on a crystal cake plate, who could say no.
A hunter gatherer window display, in a vintage store.
I passed great knockers (of the door kind),
Peeling paint, a lovely patina worn and graceful,
Rusted oranges and yellow against a cold grey day that even turned my hands a shade of numbing blue,
Sitting solitary with other solitaries in Loafer bread, regaining feeling and colour with fingers wrapped around a latte,
Ate a wonderful Lentil and mushroom pie, the best flaky buttery pastry that ever passed these lips,
A fat slice of Babka all twirled rolled and twisted to rise in a beautiful fluted shape, sitting high on a crystal cake plate, who could say no.
You have inspired me to "open" my eyes a bit more!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful post - thankyou :)
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