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A Feast


11.22.18 Posted in today's words by

Jacob Miller’s most recent poem to appear here was “Rain on a Tin Roof” (July 2017).

A Feast
By Jacob Miller

A magnificent meal, a bountiful banquet, a fabulous feast
Succulent sustenance spanning several sorts
Meaty cuts of juicy and tender turkey stuffed with breads and vegetables
Mountains of mashed potatoes sunken under relentless waves of gravy
A statue of glazed and honeyed ham that nearly leaps off its bone
Perfectly buttered golden rolls glistening under the lamplight
A furry vacuum cleaner waits in the corner to claim anything within its reach
The television in the living room spewing pre-game nonsense
The clatter of ceramics and silver and the chorus of hungry stomachs
A day of thanks
                And family
                                And food.



One Response to “A Feast”

  1. Sandy Soli says:

    Perfect for the day. Thanks to you, Annmarie, for sending a daily poem, and blessings of the season to you and all Vox readers.

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