Some poems could benefit greatly from brining. Curing.
In the meantime, here's a poem-friendly culinary activity:
jar of good green olives (with pits)
lemon zest & a squeeze of juice
2 bay leaves
3-4 slices of garlic
fresh lemon thyme -- a few sprigs
olive oil
MIX
to which can be added:
chopped tomatoes
or almonds
or feta
or roasted onions
or carrots (raw or roasted)
MIX (Serve as tapas or on top of leaf lettuce, making what might loosely be called, a salad)
Metaphorical Love (4)
ReplyDeleteSongs a'plenty in the square
A vast and cozy plain
The crowd's a'flurry in the dark
In the dark without the rain
In the dark without the rain one time
My friend and I did walk
She did not put her hand in mine
She did not want to talk
My friend and I did walk
the musty ruins of the town
We saw the boats and empty bins
We threw our silver down