Savor
a Quadrille
Alluring aroma
draws me in where
husband-chef stirs,
sauce simmer-shimmers,
and I succumb,
anticipate
an evening of delight
beyond a meal
shared in candlelight.
The challenges of life
boil down
to this: sauce—
spices and flavors
of give and take,
of you and I.
Here’s a second quadrille for my prompt at dVerse. A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words. The word that I’ve asked for is shimmer. Last week when David was cooking and asked me to stir the sauce I had him take a photo. It was so pretty. I can’t help but wonder if, subconsciously, this led me to choose the word shimmer. Please check out some of the other shimmering poems this prompt has inspired. The prompt is open all week if you would like to join us.