It was a wow of an evening
began with lunch on a Tuesday
red currant glazed pork (with garlic
and rosemary) ending speculation –
who’d believe the stuffed roast
apples didn’t get a look in!
Dessert was a taste of contagiously
palatable futures tacitly free of
gastronomic pretence and
amazed diner/donors held hands
bathed in fragrances of such
rich juices feasting
The blood-red moon swung
on a string as they parted, anxious
to play a part in the swoon of
love-making – but too late to weigh
much more than a
baleful glance
© 29 June 2010, I. D. Carswell
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