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Drip, Drip, Drip · Poetry Minific ·
Organised by Anon Y Mous
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Leek Soup
Plip
At the lip of the spoon, a swelling
Plop
At the top of the bowl, foretelling
Drip
Of the tip as it quavers, quickens
Tink
In the wink of the eye it thickens
Plink
And the link it extends dimension
Drop
Til the pop of the surface tension
Bloop
To the soup now the glob descending
Plash
And the splash of the brothy ending!
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So this is someone letting a spoonful of soup slowly spill over and splash back into the bowl? I'm curious if I missed something in there to where the choice of leek matters. Still, there's a nice playfulness to it, and the rhythm works. There are one or two lines where I had to work a bit of a pause in, but the stress patterns all fit.