she rolls words round her tongue,
mingled with saliva slurs.
Thick words, rich like dark beef-gravy,
some whispered with spicey-hot plots.
She cooks up campfire tales,
huddled over dumpster fires.
Her cronies, eyes glazed,
listen intently, hands over flames.
Homeless, devastating
s’more-less, too-real scene.
Quadrille (poem of exactly 44 words, sans title) written for dVerse where Kim asks us to use the word “rich.” Photo from Pixabay.com
lillian the home poet 
Reblogged this on Hamed M. Dehongi and commented:
Great metaphors
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I love the richness of the words and campfire tales, Lill, and the direction in which you’ve taken the prompt. I’ve heard a few tales from homeless people, some intriguing, some fantastic, and some terribly sad and haunting. You’ve cooked up a vivid scene on that dumpster fire!
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This is so profound, everyone has a tale to tell regardless of life’s station
Much😊love
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Knowing that most of those homeless are hungry, you add the cooking of words to this real poem. We need to do more.
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My goodness this is good!❤️ I especially love; “Thick words, rich like dark beef-gravy, some whispered with spicey-hot plots.” I am so glad Spring has finally arrived in Boston! 😀
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This felt so very real… and also reminds me how much like the rest of us they really are.
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How sad indeed Lillina. Life down under the bridge can be tough.
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“Thick words, rich like dark beef-gravy” A great description that reminds us of their hunger.
When campfire tales are told round a dumpster, it is a whole lot more than being s’moreless.
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Well penned. Too-real scene indeed. 😔
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Now, this is a tasty phrase! “Thick words, rich like dark beef-gravy,”
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Excellent, Lillian, and rich with meaning (and feeling).
There are so many homeless people.
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Yes, this scene is played out everywhere. So sad.
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