Friccasee

there it is.

Fricasseed intentions
love's lost dimensions
encompass to include
what once it did exclude
betrayal's sweet denial
blade unsheathed
exposed coppery
red taste beneath
rushing rivulet's disbelief
lodged somewhere between
the ribs of her chest
the words of the one
who knew her best
snuggly rest.

Reviews

[Muse]

I will admit to Googling Friccasee to see if it was really a word. I mean it was just too good not to be. The definition: is a method of cooking meat in which the meat is cut up, sautéed, and braised, and served with its sauce, traditionally a white sauce

So there you go, it kind of puts a sick twist on your writing. But that just makes it all the more clever!

[Lyn Anderson]

Sick and twisted. That's me, and that's the person who served up this dish to me.

[TheGreatAndPowerful]

I clicked on this cause I recognized Friccasee as a food dish.
My mistake XD
Very nice by the way.

[Blue]

"rushing rivulet's disbelief
lodged somewhere between
the ribs of her chest
the words of the one
who knew her best
snuggly rest. "

My favorite lines. You do wonders with words, KL.

[Ruth]

You have a superb talent of conveying absolute visceral imagery, excellent x

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A most fabulous piece that seeks to the read, well done, good read.

[Leslie Philibert]

Really like the way you use friccasee as a verb, and the wry, dark couplet at the end finishes this poem off very well...good write,lots of good imagery, fine job.

[Lyn Anderson]

I take that as the highest compliment, from the work I have read of yours, you are very splendid at imagery and word usage.

[Madalyn Beck]

I love how you write! You are so capable of putting together some really powerful poems. Great job, my dear! :)

[Lyn Anderson]

I appreciate that. Thank you.

[kublakhan27]

Wow, this is pretty powerful...no pun intended, but this one cuts to the bone. A riveting read for sure, well done.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank u very much. :)

[redflutterby]

Sounds like youve been stabbed in the heart...sigh. Back or front the pain is terrible... and usually inflicted by someone we trusted. Great write KL....you always know how to hit it home.

[Emily Ring]

Lodged somewhere between the ribs of her chest the words of the one who knew her best. I like these lines, contemplative.