#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

May 7: Flash Fiction Challenge

May 7, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story to nourish. The characters can nourish or be nourished. What else can be nourished? A tree? A setting? Does the sunset nourish the soul? Go where the prompt leads!

 

Days I remember

Days I try to remember when food was plentiful

Father in the fields, Mother filling the house

With the warm aroma of fresh bread

We were loved, fed. Taken care of

Now I am alone, remembering new days

That passed when I filled our home

Like mother, with fresh baked bread

That had my children running for the crust

First into the house to claim the first slice

Butter melting, thick home-made jam

Is there anything better than feeding your family?

A fresh-baked loaf on my neighbour’s doorstep

Could be the start of something new

A touch of warmth…

 

©anitadawes 2020

 

 


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13 responses to “#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry”

  1. A neighbourly touch – needed all the more these days.

  2. Gorgeous. I can smell the fresh baked bread. <3

    1. Thank you, Allison… means a lot!

  3. Lovely!

  4. Nothing like that feeling of being fed, or feeding. Lovely poetic nourishment, Anita!

    1. and very welcome right now, I’d say…

  5. The staff of life! I am so thankful that I learned how to make sourdough bread last year. The starter keeps giving in many nourishing ways. Before the, you know, it was great fun to make bread only to give it away. Nowadays it’s a closed loop, but the process, the smell, and the practicality have been a boon.
    Your poem also reminded me of when we first went into the house we ended up buying, thirty years ago. Yep, she was baking bread and stewing home made chicken soup.

    1. Nothing quite as welcoming as the smell of fresh bread!

  6. My grandson just discovered the wonders of fresh-baked bread. I hope we all at some point enjoy that aroma and taste. A beautiful poem, Anita. And I love the final thought.

    1. Thank you, Diana…

  7. This poem is gorgeous, Anita.

    1. Thank you, Robbie…

  8. Really nice!

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