thanks for this dust ground out of sunlight slap on well-worn boards huff & punch heat & s t r e t c h ancient dance this staff this life
Image: During lockdown, a neighbour left us wonderful bread, a loaf a week left on our doorstep. An additional tanka written for Dverse where Misky is hosting and asks us to write on food.
And for music while you’re eating, here’s some chorale from the European Renaissance – Paul van Nevel and the Hueglas Ensemble with Utopia Triumphans – (my favourite is the round Deo Gratias)
Peter Frankis writes 
Nothing tastes better than hand-made sourdough bread. Heavenly music to savor it with.
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Your neighbour understands the generosity of bread; it’s made for sharing. Lovely tanka.
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How thoughtful of your neighbor. Love the bread, that is life.
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Mmmmm freshly made bread! ~ ‘ancient dance this staff this life’ It is indeed.
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Bread, the staff of life, a staple. You have wonderful neighbours. Mine would too if they thought I needed it.
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This is so good! I love that description of flour as dust ground out of sunshine.
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Thanks Kate – such a nice prompt to write to. P
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Maybe your neighbor, just like me, learned the joy of baking… and it’s best shared
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Gorgeous, gorgeous work done Peter! 🙂
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Like the way you mess with the rhythm and the typography in the last two lines of the tanka, all that syllabic restraint can make the form a bit po-faced. Good one, JIM
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