The warm smell of bread,
a dark room lit by laughter:
thigh becomes pillow.
(Thanks to the women of One Deep Breath
for their continuing inspiration.
And, if you're up for a silly haiku-style suggestion for tonight's dinner,
pop on over to Bill Keagy's What's For Dinner site.)
for their continuing inspiration.
And, if you're up for a silly haiku-style suggestion for tonight's dinner,
pop on over to Bill Keagy's What's For Dinner site.)
A wonderful, sensory haiku, that really inspires all the senses at once! I love "dark room lit by laughter" :)
ReplyDeleteSplendid!
I love "thigh becomes pillow..." As I read it I could not only see it, but feel it in memory. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely image and haiku for a cold damp winter night!
ReplyDeleteWhat a pleasant sense poem! I can smell that bread!
ReplyDeleteThis is a great haiku...I can smell the bread now!
ReplyDeleteLike the scene you capture. Lovely warm light in photo. Bloggity goodness is a delightful little phrase itself.
ReplyDeleteMmmm that is lovely.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful...breath-taking!
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