Dinner with Tim

It is about dinner with Tim - my friend of over thirty years , these ideas occured to me a couple of weeks ago while cooking at his house

                        The rite is back

                         Sat on his stool

                         Backed to his garden

                         passing clouds,green grass

                       

                       Thirty years of thus

                        The chop the discard 

                        The slice the sauté

                         And yes the coffee

                     

The kitchen as theatre

                        Of radiant hob glare

                        And orange glass saucepans

                        And fierce fan oven

                

                       The country boy cooks

                        Man of law watches

                        As afternoon equivocates

                        In lives of critique

                         

                     We ignore the garden

Nature is realised harsh

In constant of proclamation

In ages subtle tongue

 

A constant of dialogues

Hide behind the murmurs

Of prostate in rumours

The scythes ever swish

 

Here in mute twilight

Fading hearing, failing heart

The balding the greying

These chants of divorce

 

From this enforced sideline

Now sagely we watch

The old actors watch

We late season lives

 

Viewing with sad nods

We are the echoes

To the passing pageant

Our own selfie moment

 

This G&T  is excellent

The wine is breathing

The soup is ready

Coq au vin awaits

Scattered with its garnish

The classic apple pie

Cream or creme Anglais?

The table awaits us

 

                       

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                      

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        

                        

                    

 

 

Author's Note

much much simpler than when it started out - it lacks a certain smoothness a bit staccato maybe rewrite but will let it gestate

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i can relate to this...those friendships that have lasted over 30 years....there comes a comfortableness with that...when words needn't be said....when we both head into the winters of our lives still clinging to that tree bonding to the same branch...of understanding, of give and take....graying, swaying with the breeze, an unspoken trust.
j.

[Michael Oliver]

Thankyou Jacob the memories give way to speculations