She writes a love note
every morning.
Starts with the warm embrace
of fresh-cut bread,
all smeared with butter kisses,
adds shreds and shards
of green reflection,
then the main event – firm flesh,
or the salt mystery of cheese,
or once a week, a more exotic whisper,
tops it with red hot passion,
neatly sliced, and the sweet
memories of summer, spooned
from a glass jar.
She writes a love note
every morning,
seals it inside
a plastic envelope
she sets it by his place,
so that, at lunchtime,
when he opens it –
he’ll know she loves him.
This is for Bjorn at dVerse. It’s an idea I’ve played with before, and I’m not sure it entirely meets the brief. He wants us to develop metaphors. I guess this is an extended metaphor with little metaphors inside it…
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I remember when David and I used to prepare lunch for each other – we used to leave little notes tucked in among the sandwiches. Brilliant extended metaphor, Sarah! I love the lines:
‘Starts with the warm embrace
of fresh-cut bread,
all smeared with butter kisses’
and
‘tops it with red hot passion,
neatly sliced, and the sweet
memories of summer, spooned
from a glass jar’.
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Thank you! I’ve been thinking about how we express our love without being explicit, and if the things we do in love are recognised as such by others.
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Awww–so sweet. I used to write silly notes for my girls and put them in their lunches.
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Wow…that note packed a lunch 😉
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That is a nice way of showing love every morning.
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Love letters in the kitchen. A very fitting metaphor… with mini-metaphors sprinkled along the way. Very nicely done!
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For me, this is a beautiful example of metaphor and not only that, it is one that anyone can relate to or understand. Excellent!
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A charming example of the little things that keep love enriched and alive. Beautifully written!
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I love the description of the bread with butter kisses!
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Beautifully done.
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Love in a sandwich. Wonderful. If only they knew.
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Love the way it starts. The love in a lunchbox – maybe no note is needed but the taste itself.
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Love this, Sarah. My favorite part of this is,
‘sweet
memories of summer, spooned
from a glass jar.’
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This poem is sweet and tender, Sarah.:-)
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This, in a word, is delicious! What a great great metaphor! 🙂 Do you suppose he smiles at the first bite of that lovingly packed lunch? 🙂 I think so, and rolls that first taste slowly in his mouth. LOVE it!
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