Prompt #48 at We Write Poems, is, “The Art of Making Fire.” I wrote this for all those master chefs out there; you know who you are.

By Mike Patrick

Burning flambe pan

Flickr image by cutigerash

A whispered word, a kiss, a touch:
the ways you control the flame of my passion.
A master chef,
you add the right ingredients,
the perfect spice,
and change the heat,
right on time . . . right on time.
When the moment is perfect,
with that delicate touch,
you light the match,
changing the mood from simmer
to flambé. Ah, flambé,
served with gusto at the peak of its flame.

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  1. Marianne says:

    There’s more cooking than dinner here! Fun and lighthearted piece.

  2. Mr. Walker says:

    Clever and fun to read. I like that you got “spice” in there too. The passion in this is clear.

  3. earlybird says:

    so hot it’s almost smoking!

  4. nimue says:

    The first and the foremost thought I had for the word fire !
    but I never had so many of the aspects covered in my mind !
    You are the master chef for such amazingly accurate poems !

  5. trisha says:

    this is passionate mike, beautiful and passionate.

  6. Chloe says:

    Wonderful poem!

  7. ms pie says:

    i know i know… but it’s so good… timing is everything…

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