(Poem 230 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Hot pot evening
broth burns tongue
warms bellies
fills contentment
noodles, mushrooms,
thinly sliced beef,
tofu, egg dumplings,
sprouts, fish balls,
onion, bok choy,
spicy or really spicy
are the options
because my daughter
is the hostess.
@Home Studio – 230th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Hot Pot photos to accompany my poem:
rebekahjmarshall 