Bread Poetry

Once the wavy, golden crops
and now the suave flour,
Molded
Into malleable dough
By lukewarm water

with yeast,
In the fervour of oven,
I rise,
To redemption

Call it
Gluttony, appetite or famine
If you may

I consummate you
All the same.


Grace has us write bread poetry before winter – on Dversepoets. Please join us to read some wonderful poetry. Doors open at 3 PM Est.

21 thoughts on “Bread Poetry

  1. I like the way you became the voice of bread, adding the surreal to the moment; very sensual with tinges of morality tale; nice job.

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