24 Poems: “The Dinner Party”

 

Spicy Tagine

 

All those spices together

What an exotic complexion they create

While the lemon zest and garlic linger

Such a pungent air it creates

 

The gently browned chicken

Infused with lemons astringency

Melting in their mouths

I admit, I smiled with astringency

 

The caramelization

And those glorious pan scrapings so sticky

Still paused on the plates

As things began to get sticky

 

The tagine tower

Rising above the table of plenty

gentle steam rising

Blessing air of plenty

 

A brief sojourn to Morocco

Embodying the spirit

What does this spiciness announce

But the glass-tapping spirit

 

DeaBeePea  6-27-20