This week's prompt for Poetry Monday is Kitchen taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.
As Autumn equinox is tonight at 8.19 pm. I feel inclined to write of soups and autumn things and a sad me longing for more sun. Right now the rain is splashing against my window panes, but the sun is just behind the clouds, ready for a "Who? -Not me!"-moment in a short while.
See for yourself how innocent our weather can act. The big puddles and the wet tarmac are giveaways, the trees were still dripping wet (old photo).
As I was right and the weather later did its innocent trick I took a short bike ride to pick something.
Denne uges tema for Poetry Monday er Køkken, taget fra gruppen 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts.
Da efterårsjævndøgn er i aften kl. 20.19, føler jeg mig fristet til at skrive om supper og efterårsting og en trist mig, der længes efter mere sol. Lige nu plasker regnen mod mine vinduer, men solen er lige bag skyerne, Og vejret er helt sikkert klar med sit "Hvem? - Ikke mig!" lige om lidt.
Se selv, hvor uskyldigt vejret opfører sig her. Men de store vandpytter og den våde asfalt afslører vejret, træerne var stadig drivvåde.
Jeg havde ret - vejret spillede uskyldig kort efter (gammelt billede), så jeg fandt cyklen frem og plukkede løs.
As Autumn equinox is tonight at 8.19 pm. I feel inclined to write of soups and autumn things and a sad me longing for more sun. Right now the rain is splashing against my window panes, but the sun is just behind the clouds, ready for a "Who? -Not me!"-moment in a short while.
See for yourself how innocent our weather can act. The big puddles and the wet tarmac are giveaways, the trees were still dripping wet (old photo).
As I was right and the weather later did its innocent trick I took a short bike ride to pick something.
Da efterårsjævndøgn er i aften kl. 20.19, føler jeg mig fristet til at skrive om supper og efterårsting og en trist mig, der længes efter mere sol. Lige nu plasker regnen mod mine vinduer, men solen er lige bag skyerne, Og vejret er helt sikkert klar med sit "Hvem? - Ikke mig!" lige om lidt.
Se selv, hvor uskyldigt vejret opfører sig her. Men de store vandpytter og den våde asfalt afslører vejret, træerne var stadig drivvåde.
Jeg havde ret - vejret spillede uskyldig kort efter (gammelt billede), så jeg fandt cyklen frem og plukkede løs.
-- 𐑴 🙐 𐑴 🙖 𐑴 --
Today in my kitchen it's acorn thump season
I beat them and dry them and I have a reason.
For cracked and dried acorn they give off an oil.
I'll press it and clean it and give it a boil
all mixed up with beechnut and olive and rape
And honey and beeswax, and maybe some grape
Then mix it with lard and with lye.
And if you now wonder and ask me: But why?
The answer is simple: Because I do hope
to make me some nice acorn soap
-- 𐑴 🙐 𐑴 🙖 𐑴 --
I dag i mit køkken får agerner slag,
og så bli'r de tørret en nat og en dag
og presset til olie, jeg blander den straks,
med olie fra bognød, oliven og raps.
Det varmer jeg op og jeg tilsætter lud.
Hvad er det, jeg laver, har nogen et bud?
Det kan ikke spises, er ikke en drik
Hvis du gætter SÆBE har du ramt på en prik!
- - - - - - - Coming Themes - - - - - - - -
Sep 29 Snuggles
Oct 6 Water
Oct 13 Contrast
Oct 20 Side profile of a person
Oct 27 Journey between stars
Nov 3 Funeral
Nov 10 Dismembered
Nov 17 In a cave
Nov 24 Pot of tea for two
Acorn soap, how clever! So is the poem, and I do hope you get plenty of acorn soap made this year.
SvarSletI hope so too. It's a new thing, but I always wanted to try, as our familiy name has to do with oak or acorn.
SletAcorn soap is new to me, never heard of it before. I hope it works out. In my kitchen is dishes waiting to be dried and soup from the freezer thawing out for dinner.
SvarSletThose things sure are i my kitchen too, normally no acorns getting made into oil, but I want to try it out. Next up beechnut oil ;)
Slet