Pot of Food And Love

The pot on the stove quietly simmers, The sizzling starting to splutter, Tantalising aromas, enticing simpers. Myriad hues come together, The colours blend, like on a palette, The sizzling starting to splutter. Different spices, mushrooms and shallot, Fraternising like long lost siblings, The colours blend like on a palette. They swirl slowly, it’s only the beginnings, Moving in tandem, dancing ballet and salsa, Fraternising like long lost siblings. My comfort food in faraway Tuscaloosa, Recently wedded to a stranger, Moving in tandem, dancing ballet and salsa. Thought my freedom was in danger, The perception was in horse blinkers, Tantalising aromas, enticing simpers.   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!