Sea-salt diamonds dot their freckled, crisped up skins. They are the evening heels that come to our table.
In a pub gathering there inevitably comes that moment when the group becomes peckish. Some institutions offer gastro pub nibbles, such as artisan-crisped potato skins. Depending on the group, these (or prawn crackers) are chosen over the cheerful packets of crips piled up on the counter. The poet imagines that the potato skins bring some glamour to the table.
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3 thoughts on “In a serving basket at the pub”
Yum! Hungry now. love the “sea salt diamonds” image!
I want more verses!! The words roll so well…
Hopefully there will be more! Yours in salt-diamonds, BQ