Turkey Soup

[tailor STATELY]

Turkey Soup

Winter proclaims:
A time for soups!
And soup is made
by the missus with
turkey carcass and
extra turkey bits;
chicken broth in a
crock pot to slow
cook with noodles
and carrots and
celery and spice

The noodles have
their own agenda
however -
Drink! Drink the
broth 'til little
remains leaving
a clump of plump
noodles and turkey
bits, carrots,
et cetera

While the missus
sleeps tonight
I hazard several cups
of water, or so (I
didn't measure),
into a large pot...
then off to the heat
stove stoked with
fragrant pine and
cedar, a bit o' oak
mixed in, to begin my
attempt at a
resurrection of sorts

The soup steeps and
melds flavours to-
gether as it simmers
A taste -
Needs more reducing
and garlic and salt;
and what's this in
the cabinet? - lemon
pepper and caroway
seed... hmmmmmm
Into the pot a pinch
or two or three, then
a stir of the ladle
and a taste, and another

Success! Into the
fridge after the soup
cools a bit...
Some barley or rice
would have been nice
in retrospect; but
our larder has none

Hope the missus doesn't
mind my meddling while
she slept and I kept
the wood stove stoked
into the wee hours of
the morning; me stocked
with crackers, poetry,
soft music, and thoughts
of turkey soup for
a Monday's lunch and
perhaps even supper

12/31/2012


Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Pete Ak]

I enjoyed reading this but find it difficult to know why, perhaps simply because it's good writing. The shame is the voice you use to narrate the piece is quite prosaic. Consequently, for me at least it's unconvincing as a poem despite its charm.

[tailor STATELY]

Thank you for your comment Pete Ak; glad you enjoyed.

Too prosy, eh? But then that's why I posted here - to get some critique.
A mulling over is definitely necessary. I wrote this while I was posting
and reading, and cooking (à la multi-tasking).

By the bye, the soup was quite delicious.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY