The Feast

you marinated me in elderberry wine

to titillate tongue tip

pungent, yet refined

you added a pinch of something dark

a fervid flavor, undefined

caressed the scars with coarsened salts

in sweet savory sting sublime

..

and when the time was ripe to take

we sizzled luxuriating on fired grate

juices mingling to caramelize

sybaritic sizzle of searing sighs

flesh thus sealed, tending to underdone

a tantalizing feast

the first of many

had

begun…

 

71 thoughts on “The Feast”

  1. A delightfully sensual piece from you Diana. I had been missing your near daily wordsmithing, it’s nice to see you right back at your best โ˜บ๏ธ. Your words and imagery, as playful as ever, give your writing that wonderful emotion that I’ve come to expect. Here’s hoping there’s more soon ๐Ÿ˜‰

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    1. Peter! So wonderful to hear from you …. Iโ€™m thrilled to find one of my fave commenters here. Although as you say, I havenโ€™t been around much. Gallivanting overseas and neglecting the ways of the word. Hope you are thriving … and your Spring has started full of colour and promise ๐Ÿ’Ÿ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š

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      1. Haha, it went from winter to summer here in the space of a weekend. The the colours of spring only lasted one or two days ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜…. Although I do love being so far north, the evenings are stretching out beautifully now ๐Ÿ˜Š.
        Likewise, it’s wonderful to hear from you too ๐Ÿ’–. I hope you enjoyed your ramble around the world. I’m sure we’ll be seeing all the beautiful pictures up here soon enough ๐Ÿ˜‰.

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      2. Thanks so much you attentive soul you! ๐Ÿ’Ÿ๐Ÿ’Ÿ
        Iโ€™m almost tempted to post pics alone and give the words a rest! Can you imagine me speechless haha! This is a first! Have to say they call Thailand the โ€œLand of Smilesโ€ and I have to concur, and I felt right at home with my dimples on permanent display. Happy Friday Peter! ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ’—

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      3. Haha, no I don’t believe I ever will see you speechless ๐Ÿ˜„. You will no doubt be about to post those pics but, at the last second, Apollo himself will place the smallest morsel of a seed in your mind and, before you know it, there will be fields of your bountiful words as far as the mind’s eye can see, just waiting to be reaped for more beautiful poetry. And I, and so many others, will be jumping with joy for the deity’s intrusion into mortal affairs โค๏ธ.
        Happy Friday right back to you. May those dimples continue to strut proudly for the world to see ๐Ÿ˜‰.

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    1. Hello Shreya! Yes Iโ€™ve been away…had a fabulous tropical vacation … and you know, when the sun shines itโ€™s hard to see an illuminated WP screen haha!
      Lovely talking to you and look forward to seeing what you have been up to ๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ

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  2. “flesh thus sealed, tending to underdone”

    This one made me blush… such a sweet, creative line.. โค โค

    I loved this composition of passion and patience, picking up right ingredients and words to lace this ever lasting experience of the first feast…. I hope you have fully enjoyed it. Every moment is complete in itself yet we long for more… for no other taste can entertain the buds already captured and hallucinating through the era of 'the moment'..

    โค โค

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    1. You are …. such … a good writer, giving me cause, to pause and consider every line, and even my own. Thank you!

      Yes, the first feast, offered to buds captured by exotic flavours will surely incite future cravings. Salivary glands will moisten the mouth as renewed hunger builds…
      โค๏ธโค๏ธ

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  3. Um. I was wondering where you were all this time dear Diane. Well Iโ€™m glad youโ€™re back. I like the poem btw. A different sort of analogy from the type I usually read.

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  4. Okay Iโ€™ll be honest. The thing about your poetry is that itโ€™s extremely polished and elegantly written, but thereโ€™s this undercurrent of horror running through pretty much all of them. And so Iโ€™m always in two minds when it comes to interpreting them. Sensual or occult? Sorrow or murder? Love or hate? Empathy or sadism? There is definitely something very dark thatโ€™s masked, and I often wonder if the other commenters know or if theyโ€™re oblivious to it. Perhaps itโ€™s rooted in some form of mystical dark paganism. Or Iโ€™ve got it wrong. But the underlying darkness is present. From acid to bloodletting to cannibalism. And donโ€™t get me wrong, Iโ€™m not saying itโ€™s not right to write about such things. Itโ€™s your prerogative and art and I admire your courage to explore these dark places, but hereโ€™s the question beneath all other questions: Are you living this out Diana? Iโ€™m bold to ask you this. You can modify the comment, and answer however you please. Itโ€™s not my place to judge.

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    1. Dear Nitin, my sweet intellectual friend … I would never dream of editing any of your comments. You do indeed have your finger on the pulse of my writing-your insight here reminding me of lifeโ€™s reality: that even in the sweetest moments there is always the inevitable dark (loss, mortality, pain, illness, potential goodbyes, betrayal). And that even I, probably the most optimistic soul you might meet, am aware and haunted by this possibility of dark. My writing therefore may be seen to feature the whiff of decay under layers of beauty and hope. The inevitable. Some will see only beauty….and I appreciate you very much for your take.
      You must know how highly I regard your writing of course! I admire your talent immensely….yet I have a tendency to regularly shy away as I do from sad songs. Armadillo shield my friend ๐Ÿ˜Œ
      And yes I am living it out Nitin …. all of it, the passion, the pain of the past, the hope, the tremendous journey of life…. embracing it all! Nothing too traumatic though … hypersensitive dramatic soul here ๐Ÿ’Ÿ๐Ÿ’Ÿ

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      1. Then I have judged you wrongly at times and I apologise. My mind is one that verges on paranoia and my state is the state of wanting to be myself in despair as Kierkegaard puts it which basically means that I seek complete hedonistic freedom, and wish to do as I please but cannot because well man is not free. So Iโ€™m a demoniac or tortured artist or poet. And when I use the word despair I mean sin not sorrow. Sorrow ensues from my rebellion against God. But letโ€™s not talk of God. Itโ€™s strange isnโ€™t it that a man like me must have a saving complex of wanting to save people from perceived evil when he himself is evil! Oh what a paradox of a man! He talks of good when he rebels against the very term. He talks of being happy when heโ€™s miserable because of guilt. And heโ€™s absolutely lost and has surpassed every degree of conscious despair and is now at the apex which is probably why he craves and begs for solitude. I apologise for any hurt caused and offer my hand in friendship if you will take it Diana.

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      2. Your mind is a kingdom of profound ruminations and you are my friend unconditionally. Your tortured artist soul melds beautifully with your talent for words and I read you when I can Nitin ๐Ÿ™‚

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      3. Perhaps a little too many ruminations. I apologize for following and unfollowing you. I’ve done that to many people and I know it’s irritating. But if I told you about some of the thoughts that plague my mind, it’ll terrify you. I absolutely have no explanations to so many terrifying thoughts and experiences which are quite frankly unbelievable.

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      4. No need to apologize!
        I hope that you are eating well, and trying to not sit for extended periods. A brisk walk and deep (non nicotine infused) breathing ๐Ÿ˜Œ The body needs this as you battle inner demons friend.

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      5. I went to the mountains recently. I loved the cold, crisp air and the beauty of the small town. Iโ€™m planning to move there permanently or at least for a year. Live alone and enjoy solitude. Iโ€™m going back soon to finalise things. I found myself at peace there and I actually went out and walked. I did smoke imported cigarettes though! City life doesnโ€™t suit me Diana and I find the trauma of the past haunting me here. Perhaps Iโ€™ll read Walden when Iโ€™m in the mountains again. Who knows? Maybe Iโ€™ll finally write softer pieces and find transcendence.

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      6. Thank you my friend. Am I allowed a witty response to the commenter below? Something along the lines of swallowing! Iโ€™d rather not. Iโ€™ve already โ€˜plumbedโ€™ the depths of sarcasm in a few posts.

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      1. Dang it, think Iโ€™ll just say โ€œyou rock, thanks for the wonderful compliments. The weight of my appreciation is directly proportional to your praiseโ€ ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ’œ

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  5. Scrumptious, savoury, delectable and dark delight, served with the patent Diana-mic seasoning on the poetic platter! โค
    I don’t know how I missed this feast when it was me who was most starved and hungry for the wandering armadillo’s words to please my palate!
    This feast was worth the wait though, Lady D!
    Sweet with a sour tang, so appealing to look at from the surface, but with layers and depth of meaning that go way beyond the mere serving!
    Once again, I am in awe of your rare gift of words; once again I wonder how you weave them so very effortlessly… Each poem of yours has so much more to it than meets the eye.
    Thank you for this, Diana.. ๐Ÿ˜˜๐ŸŒท

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