The tureen is porcelain and deep
and filled with thick and creamy soup.
The scent is spicy and aromatic,
the colours vivid and chromatic,
with orange carrot and butternut squash,
silver onion, green celery, a red flash
of chilli flakes in a constellation,
and floating planets of crunchy crouton.
The ladle sits in its shiny groove,
waiting for one of us to make a move
and fill our bowls with delicious soup
from a tureen that’s porcelain and deep.
Kim M. Russell, 10th October 2023
Image by Ella Olsson on Unsplash
It’s Tuesday Poetics at the dVerse Poets Pub and Merril is serving us soup! Soup is a comfort food, an autumn/winter food, and very healthy.
We’re writing about soup we love (or hate), preparing or serving soup, or anything else we want to write about soup. We can write about real soup or use it as a metaphor.
writing in north norfolk 
I have a wonderful tureen in porcelain painted by my grandmother, but I am still waiting for an occasion and soup to use it. I will need to have 10 guests I think because it is so large.
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I need a tureen, haven’t had one for a long time, and I like them very much. I have my eye on one and will certainly be putting in an order very soon.
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I love the word “tureen.” And your poem has made me hungry. I can taste and smell it!
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It’s a great word, isn’t it? I’m so glad my poem had a positive effect on you!
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It is and it did! 😊
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I used to use a tureen, but for just two, it’s easier to serve it from the pot. We have a lovely collection of extravagant tureens. Things someone won at the fair probably.
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A pot is easier – you can keep the leftover soup in it and then heat it up again.
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But a tureen has such class 🙂
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I like how this poem draws the reader into the tureen.
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Thank you, Maria. It does, doesn’t it!
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I can see — and smell — it now! A savory poetic and culinary concoction.
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My work is done!
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love the poem. never had a tureen as it is only me who eats soup at home. the rest of the household turn their noses up at it, more for me.
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Thank Rog. Do you make your own soup?
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Sire do the recipe is one of my own.
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This is stunning work done, Kim! 😍 I can visualize the tureen and love ‘the colours vivid and chromatic, with orange carrot and butternut squash.’ ❤️❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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I can taste it! (K)
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That’s good!
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A poem as classy as a tureen!
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Thank you, Candy!
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Nice one Kim
Much💛love
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Thank you, Gillena, and much love!
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Does anyone use a tureen these days? I don’t yet I should, as I inherited a lovely French one many years ago. It sits in my china-cabinet and has never been used -up until now! ;D
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I would love a tureen, Carol. I’ve seen a Moroccan one I like. Although, keeping soup in a pot is easier as you can heat up any remaining soup. But tureens are so civilised!
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A lovely poem, Kim, and the photo is stunning.
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Thank you kindly, Dwight!
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Tureen is a word you don’t hear often. I do line butternut swuadh.
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This your amazing poem and these photos are so stunning. I follow your blog but can you follow mine
Anita
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I love your descriptions, especially “a red flash
of chilli flakes in a constellation,
and floating planets of crunchy crouton.”
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Thank you, Melissa!
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Thanks for sharing your poem. I follow your blog but can you follow mine?
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Thanks ❤️
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