Kneadful

Mixed metaphors are my life...LOL!

The satisfying smell

of yeast in warm milk

suckling itself into sisters;

my hands plunge into

the primordial ooze

of flour and starter

and feel life itself beginning.

Evolution of higher forms

as flour is added

and the mass of mess

separates from its creator

into a globe of supple,

warm comfort.

Sundered, one half

becomes our daily bread,

the other, sliced into twelfths

and rolled into serpentine

lengths, turned upon themselves,

drenched in sinful

garlic butter

and roasted like hell

until heavenly.

Reviews

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Phew Im hot as hell reading about all this kneading and roasting :) Thoroughly enjoyed this intriguing piece of crafty art!

[Lily Mae]

All this talk about yeast and women.. I got all confused lol.. I take it there is alot going on in your home this week :) I love that last line lol..x
Sometimes we roast like hell to get to heaven lol

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. hahahaha !!!! ... you wrote a virus, monsieur joel ... and it's been instantly planted in my head ... these metaphors shall be applied to a million different situations ... and your poetry will be thanked a million times ... but i have to say that my favourite image is ... "roasted like hell until heavenly" ... does this apply to human beings as well ? ... do all who have been "roasted like hell" turn "heavenly" eventually ... wow :) ... and, what a title :) ...