Cooking, Food, Poetry


In response to the Daily Prompt


The saying goes

“There’s no smoke without fire”,

and as it appears, the wood in the oven

begins to burn.


Flames licking the sides of the grill

slowly encompassing the meat resting there

trapped in a smog of flavour


Occasionally seeing daylight for another brush of marinade

of Sugar, Honey and Spice.

and as the heat rises in the oven

the embers glow in the smog


The window of the oven sees barely but a mist,

but the coals burn on, and the heat rises

adding more flavour to the fabulous feast

till chef announces – “Dinner is Served”


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