Garden Thyme
My hands slither through fresh thyme,
sprinkled with hint of lemon,
where blushing blooms quicken
promise to silken tonight’s dinner.
Husband tiptoes his daily words:
“Do you know when we’re going to eat?”
“When it’s done,” I quip, quick to return
to brisk scent of sea-rimmed lands
hands brimming with thyme’s time.
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Love thyme, so this poem lured me in! Good verbs- “slither” and “to silken.” Also “husband tiptoes his daily words”!! Beautiful!
Thanks – I tend toward short “i” assonance!! And I think my lemon should be a shimmer rather than a hint. It’s all such fun, isn’t it?
Beautifully done!
I am in my favorite garden smelling the herbs and especially the thyme. Yes don’t disturb me. Love this experience expresses.
This is an ode to kitchen magick as well as a loving nod to rituals in marriage.
Incredible sense of self here. Love it.
I really enjoyed this and love the ending of “thyme’s time.”
You draw such a clear scene. Strong verbs throughout, especially like: slither, quicken, silken, tiptoes
lol: Husband tiptoes his daily words:
“Do you know when we’re going to eat?”
I like the use of “silken” as a verb
Husband tiptoes his daily words:
“Do you know when we’re going to eat?”
“When it’s done,” I quip, quick to return
Love your word play & sense of humor!
A small moment made powerful. You’ve created a yearning for the scent of lemon thyme!
magical
All of the above—you took us right to your kitcchen door where we also hesitate to step into the action. Lovely work.
So much beauty in sound and image, and loved the humor.
Lovely image & sounds, as always. And your verb choice–hands slithering, thyme silkening, & tiptoeing words–very original. Ending is smooth with sound.