Chef (Photo credit: Vanessa Pike-Russell)

The chef pauses for a moment
Before stirring his creation
Weighs the virtues and the limits
Of the spices here arrayed
This is artistry of the moment
Flavours mixed like a devotion
And there’s more than just mere chemistry
In the creation here displayed

A red weeping of tomato
Orange depth of pumpkin rich
And a sprinkling of paprika
Like an exclamation point
The chef knows his true vocation
Feels it deep within his bones
Like he hears archangels singing
He’s the one that gods anoint

The chef lives within the flavour
And the colours on his plates
All the careful decoration
To accentuate the taste
Let us gather in his kitchen
Let us see the master work
So not one drop of this true artistry
Is ever left to waste.

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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2 Responses to Chef

  1. Skye says:

    Love this!!!!!!!! Chefs are a big deal in Mia Familia!!! Excellent, Sis!!!

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