Coffee
Dark, rich succour
Shortbread biscuits
Melting with the flavour
On my tongue
The morning painted with
Sweetness and faint spice
These habits and addictions
Re-awakened, just begun
Passing bakery shops
On my travels
Takes me instantly back
To childhood glee
Holding in small hands
A cream-filled
Pastry concoction
Feeling a pleasure simpler
And more profound
Than any found in adult life
Flipping through food journals
As I fill in time
Salivating over
Recipes I will never cook
Remembering restaurants
Candle lit dinners
The discovery and delight
My life is small
Contained and simple
Rounded not with a little sleep
As the Bard would have it
But by food
And in these rich
Memories of sustenance
Find so much that is creative
So much that is good.
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
Now I’m hungry! LOL…. good post 😉
LOL, thank you! I think I am a bit obsessed with food…. 🙂
A clever bit of misdirection using the coffee to announce an epicurean lifestyle. Perhaps a series of morning coffee poems?
Now there’s a good idea! I might have to do something about that! Thanks for visiting my blog and commenting, just visited yours and it looks fantastic – great concept, now I’m following of course! 🙂
This sounds so good, I agree with Roxi – good thing I’m making lunch
Lily
LOL, yes, luckily I was writing it while I had the coffee and shortbread otherwise I’d probably have made myself feel deprived just by writing it! 🙂 Thanks as ever for your kind support!
You’re welcome, it’s my pleasure!
Lily