It was only a loaf of bread (poem)

One loaf
out of four.
(baked to imperfection)

My 'easy' sourdough bread

My ‘easy’ sourdough bread

One loaf
(the one most round; least browned)

Bridging our door
to theirs.
(some 30 steps away)

Three of five
arrive next morning.
(from their door to ours)

note of thanks.
(smiling faces all around)

One loaf
out of four.
(baked warmth shared)

9 thoughts on “It was only a loaf of bread (poem)

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  2. Poetsmith

    Love your sourdough bread post. I do enjoy sourdough bread very much too! I remember the German bakeries in Australia where we can buy lovely breads and pastries. Yummy! :) I was inspired to write a poem (Quaint Cafe Bakery) after a visit to Hahndorf in the Adelaide hills. Thanks for your visits and comments, Laura. Appreciate them. :) Love, Iris.

    1. laura bruno lilly Post author

      Iris: Great to see you here…thanks for stopping by. Honestly, who can resist the smell of freshly baked bread? And as for other bakery delights, always with a cuppa Sumatra! :-)

    1. laura bruno lilly Post author

      Thanks Anna. Our fav is what I call my ‘true’ sourdough bread, but takes 2 days to make one loaf for all its authenticity. This ‘easy’ recipe has a fine crumb and crust, just doesn’t taste how I know real sourdough is to taste…Perhaps a blog post divulging these recipes will appear in the future?!

  3. Lillian Batarseh


    I could almost smell that bread and was looking in the fridge for butter and jam to slather on a slice!
    (By the way, I loved the way you “shaped” each verse of the poem with the line in parentheses, just as you shaped the loaves of bread withyour hands.)


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