Something haunting for the autumnal season; also a humorous one involving cuddly kittens, here.
Genre: Poetry
Word Count: 100
Memory’s Brew
Two shakers and ketchup
A pinch of salt, a dash of pepper
Dollop of sauce, a half mug of beer
Ice water for awakening
The dead will appear
The wine left in a glass
Holds a hint and a promise
Your laughter, “hold the pickle!”
Still haunts something wicked
Like you’ll never disappear
I will not cry when you come
Shed no tear as you sit down
But I will wonder anew
As my undead love for you
Refashions and reappears
Have I concocted a spell
Unearthed memories
Conjured a ghost?
Appearances deceive
In this deli, you live
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Dreams from a Pilgrimage 
Good to have an audio. I think it enhances the poetry for the speaker/ poet and the listener. I may do some of that.
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Thanks and I encourage you to do it. It’s a lot of fun and helps a writer “hear” experientially what she might otherwise miss improving editorially.
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A magical brew worth bottling 😊🌏
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Thank you, Ivor. :>)
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My pleasure Dora
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A tantalising riddle.
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Thank you, Iain.
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I’m in favour of any ritual for raising the dead that involves beer
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LOL. And why wouldn’t you be? 😀
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Memories return sometimes in familiar places. I like how they returned in your poem in the deli along with the reappearing love.
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Thank you so much, Frank.
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The sing-song melody of your voice really enhances the poem! You know how you want the words emphasized. Even though some rhyme, it is the way you express them or how long you hold the word that gives it a special depth. Thanks for this!
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Thanks for those thoughtful comments, my friend. I appreciate so much your encouraging words. 🧡🙂
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There is danger in bringing back the dead!
Wonderfully done, Dora.
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No doubt about it! Thanks, Dale.
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😊
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Dora, what a cauldron that must be with these brew 👍 for the composite joker (DC)/green goblin (Marvel)! 🎃 Blessings to you and your family!
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I’m glad you enjoyed it given your own imaginative talents, Kent!
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A good use of the prompt, which left me wanting to know the back history
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So glad you enjoyed it, Michael. Thank you.
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I liked the rhythm of this piece.
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Thank you, Sandra. It did seem flow naturally when I was writing it.
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This is so good, Dora. Eventually all that is left of us are memories if we’re lucky enough to have someone who remembers. If they are loving memories, the pain of loss lessens a bit.
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Absolutely feel the same way, and that’s what I was trying to get across, albeit in a somewhat macabre way. Thanks, Gabi.
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I liked the poetry and wondered at the underlying bitterness, a feeling of revenge budding.
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I was definitely going for strong emotions, more nostalgic than bitter, but the sense of something “brewing” I did mean to imply. Thank you, James.
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Dear Dora,
If you’re a ghost, a deli is a great place to haunt. Wonderfully written and read.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Thank you so much. You’re very kind and I agree: a deli rather than a musty old mansion for sure!
Shalom u’vracha
Dora
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Thank you, Michael.
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Nicely done, Dora. A wonderful little poem I see from two sides. Interesting.
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Thank you so much, Bill. So glad you enjoyed it!
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You’re welcome.
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I especially liked “my undead love for you.” Beautifully written.
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Thank you, Linda. I couldn’t resist that little touch of the macabre.
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Lovely. And so was the audio.
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Thank you so much, Trish.
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one can’t live with the past. must learn to move on.
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Indeed. The deli brings back too many memories.
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Yikes, those are very everyday ingredients for such a spell. I wonder how many people have done it by accident? 😮
I’m hoping everything is just bringing back memories 🙂
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Bat’s wings are in short supply at a NY deli I guess! 😀I think you’re right, it’s memories that are reappearing.
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Lots of strong memories bottle up here
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Certain familiar places can do that to you.
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I agree. Very vividly done sister Dora
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Thank you, Jimmy. Hope you have a wonderful weekend, brother.
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Blessings Dora
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🙏🧡
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🙂👍
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I find this very sad as your character longs for the love they lost and, whether it’s a serious attempt at a magical concoction or not, long for their reappearing. So much emotion and very well done!
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Thank you, Brenda. Memories are hard to shrug off like magic.
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I like your affectionate conversation with the dearly departed ❤
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Memory can be that powerful, for good or ill. Thanks, Lisa. 🧡❤️
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You’re welcome ❤
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A lovely poem to a lost dear one. Some places have such a significance in our lives together, don’t they?
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They do indeed. Thank you, Penny.
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Condiments bring more than just food to life it seems! A lovely poem.
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Thank you, Keith. Gastronomy and memory, i.e., raising the dead. Who knew?
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Beautifully penned, Dora. I enjoyed listening to you read as I followed along.
A interestingly vivd way to describe loss and where one may resides.
Isadora 😎
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Thank you, Isadora! Be safe and well. 🧡
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Love a good ghost story. I think it could work.
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Too well perhaps! Thank you, Anne.
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