In the Cauldron

Chanting an incantation she:
           blends
                            carrots, lentils and chilli flakes;
           combines
                            potatoes, zucchini
                            and blue-vein cheese;
           mingles
                            chickpeas, tomatoes
                            and Moroccan spices;
           mashes
                            green peas, broad beans
                            and mint;
           mixes
                            leeks, asparagus
                            and chicken stock;
           prepares
                            a potion of pumpkin
                            and red lentils;
           merges
                            a melange of cauliflower,
                            leeks and cannellini beans;
           assimilates
                            a medley of zucchini and broccoli;
           casts a spell
                            with pumpkin, coconut milk
                            and curry paste;
           jumbles
                            tomatoes, beans, barley and split peas;
           compounds
                            a minestrone of leftovers from the fridge;
and I am transfixed,
cannot move a muscle,
bewitched by winter soups.

Rohan Buettel lives in Canberra, Australia. His haiku appear in various Australian and international journals (including Presence, Cattails and The Heron’s Nest). His longer poetry appears in numerous journals, including Rattle, The Goodlife Review, Meanjin, Meniscus and Quadrant.

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