Liilia Talts Morrison

Gold Star - 4,968 Points (August 20,1937 / Estonia)

Soup Not Eaten - Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The wayside farms and homesteads
existed way before
the rumble of the bombing
was heard as ne'er before

The peasants and their kinfolk
tilled soil and knitted clothes
they sang and danced on Sundays
and shared their joys and woes

They cooked with fresh picked produce
from gardens grown with pride
their soups a fragrant bounty
from woods and countryside

One day a wife was stirring
a stew upon the hearth
and dropped the wooden ladle
when rumbles filled the earth

I happened on that homestead
one autumn afternoon
door open, house abandoned
and saw that wooden spoon

Though it has been long ages
since on that spot I stumbled
it's still so clear in memory
a life so swiftly crumbled

The wayside farms and homesteads
existed way before
the rumble of the bombing
was heard as ne'er before.

Topic(s) of this poem: country, war, war memories, cooking

Form: Ballad


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Memories from WWII

Comments about Soup Not Eaten by Liilia Talts Morrison

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (1/19/2016 4:27:00 PM)


    Soups with a fragrant bounty speaks here about wonderful expressive imagery. This is definitely finely drafted poem shared on....10 (Report) Reply

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  • Margaret O Driscoll (1/14/2016 3:59:00 AM)


    Oh Liilia, this is such a great poem, 'shared their joys and woes', 'fragrant bounty from woods and countryside', 'dropped the wooden ladle', so sad, the everyday peasant life 'so swiftly crumbled'! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 13, 2016



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