The Cook: part three (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 16 Jul 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Cook: part three   Has the night’s frost made bitter marrow Rows of vine leaves melted on their stakes The pith kiln dried to make a flour For currant bread to celebrate mid-winter The seeds fermented in a pot of vinegar Kneeling men lower their billhooks and stare To see a maiden […]