Pierre Adolphe Valette
like warm biscuits
squirreled away
in a blue smocked tin
a wee small crack
in the pantry window
let winter sunbeams
through a keyhole
grin
Rene-2016
There was a haunting beauty behind her eyes, beyond her sorrow, a beauty that found its way into one’s heart and led them home.
Love the atmosphere of this poem. Warm biscuits, secrets, sunbeams....what more could one wish for!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE the playfulness of that grin through the keyhole.
ReplyDeleteWarm biscuits and the sun are great companions
ReplyDeleteSomething tells me the secret won't keep for long. :)
ReplyDeleteSounds like a good secret!
ReplyDeleteOh that grin through a keyhole... love that thought..
ReplyDeleteSounds like a cozy home in the city on a rainy day ;)
ReplyDeleteNice! *Goes to get biscuit.*
ReplyDeleteOh what a grin - each word perfectly placed and delicious
ReplyDeleteI agree, what a delicious setting in this poem :D nicely done :D
ReplyDeleteSo playful and cheerful. Love your grin.
ReplyDeleteMuch happiness in this, almost a mini-fairy-tale
ReplyDeleteyes! I'd rather be inside with a warm biscuit!
ReplyDeleteLast three lines are so lovely.
ReplyDeleteWell, all of it is, but the last three are my favorites.
=)
Such a warm and cozy poem.
ReplyDeleteThis secret is very intriguing...who lives there? why sunbeams will go only in cracked hole? so interesting beginning of story....
ReplyDeletePerfect. I want one!
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