On my lap,
is a warm cat,
no cuckoo in the nest,
and in my hand
my favourite cup
of cranberry and raspberry,
a fruity burst on the tongue,
never unfit for purpose,
warmth spreading from mouth
to the cockles of my heart,
heightening the senses.
All around me is calm.
I breathe.
A poem blooms from the leaves.
Kim M. Russell, 6th April 2025

On Day 6 of NaPoWriMo, the daily resource is the online tour section of the Louvre, while the optional prompt asks us to pick a number between 1 and 10, then find it in the chart provided. Our challenge is to write a poem describing the taste of the item in Column A, using the words that appear in that row in Column B and C. For bonus points, we should give our poem the title of the word that appears in Column A, but we must not use that word in the poem itself. I chose my lucky number 4 and reworked an old draft from 2018.
Oh, that last line is so endearing…🫶🫶🫶
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Thanks Mich!
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Love the atmosphere of the poem, and am envious of the ability to taste anything fruity in the early hours of the day!
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It’s chamomile this morning!
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A very satisfying read. 🙂
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Thank you, Dora.
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Love mixed berry tea. And mixed berry poems.😍
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Thank you, Romana.
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coffee, please. No sugar or sweetener required. Couple glugs of Kahlua would be nice, though. Your tea sounds good and I’ll read it again while I sip.
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Enjoy your brew, Ron.
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You perfectly describe a beautiful moment, Kim!
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Thanks so much, Nolcha!
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This is lovely!
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Thank you, Kim!
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may i have a sip??
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