︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
˖ ۫ PASTORAL SESTINA FOR A PIE PETALS
PASTRY, AND SHY ÉCLAT. . ࣪ ˖
(Tartelette of Cherry Flesh.)
The gingham lies folded liturgical ministry, its corners tucked like a small autel between foxgloves and low boughs that perfume the air, sunlight pours miel through the leaves, pooling warm on a crust that exhales plush, flour‑dusted vapeur. Morsel is meted out with ceremonious economy, crumbs and cheeks observed as if poring over an ancien lettre, hands meet above the plate with the reverence of a petit rituel.
🧾🍒 SOFT ÉMOI OF SUMMER
TASTED ALOUD. / #WHIBCherryPie
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
˖ ۫ PASTORAL SESTINA FOR A PIE PETALS
PASTRY, AND SHY ÉCLAT. . ࣪ ˖
(Tartelette of Cherry Flesh.)
The gingham lies folded liturgical ministry, its corners tucked like a small autel between foxgloves and low boughs that perfume the air, sunlight pours miel through the leaves, pooling warm on a crust that exhales plush, flour‑dusted vapeur. Morsel is meted out with ceremonious economy, crumbs and cheeks observed as if poring over an ancien lettre, hands meet above the plate with the reverence of a petit rituel.
🧾🍒 SOFT ÉMOI OF SUMMER
TASTED ALOUD. / #WHIBCherryPie
SWEET SLICE, DISCREET ÉLAN.︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
AFTERNOON ÉCOUTE: HOME‑MADE SLICE HELD RESERVE, JARDIN OF QUIETUS AND SCRAPS. 𓂃 ִֶָ ִֶָ
“Cautious Merci Before the First Incision, Discreet Compliment About the Jam’s Acidity.” .. 🥧🍴
Hands meet over the plate with a civility that feels partly old‑fashioned, partly délicieux: crust, warm and faintly sugared, gives off a soft vapeur almost sacerdotal and brings about a gentle abaissement of speech. As if the very act of speaking must not disturb the pastry’s delicate fragrance.
꒰ ୨ ────── 𐀔 ────── ୧ ꒱
UNSEAL THE HEAT-LADEN CHAMBER.
(PNG. / MP4)
On sunlit garden party, with fond thanks to @leejeeong and @leejeongu for composing an orchard table where cherry pie and touch of homemade (@HusetTilSorguine ❦ @ReissHousehold) devotion made the afternoon feel peaceful rite. Wind‑blown lace unfurls from an old handkerchief pinned pebble, it murmurs against bare ankles and the rim of a pie tin. Last golden hour settles over the picnic, and linger over each slice as if prolonging good adieu. Merci to @Meowchine & @NOTRAGES, the twibbon is cherry‑sweet, dainty, and perfectly suited to our leisurely pique‑nique.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
AFTERNOON ÉCOUTE: HOME‑MADE SLICE HELD RESERVE, JARDIN OF QUIETUS AND SCRAPS. 𓂃 ִֶָ ִֶָ
“Cautious Merci Before the First Incision, Discreet Compliment About the Jam’s Acidity.” .. 🥧🍴
Hands meet over the plate with a civility that feels partly old‑fashioned, partly délicieux: crust, warm and faintly sugared, gives off a soft vapeur almost sacerdotal and brings about a gentle abaissement of speech. As if the very act of speaking must not disturb the pastry’s delicate fragrance.
꒰ ୨ ────── 𐀔 ────── ୧ ꒱
UNSEAL THE HEAT-LADEN CHAMBER.
(PNG. / MP4)
On sunlit garden party, with fond thanks to @leejeeong and @leejeongu for composing an orchard table where cherry pie and touch of homemade (@HusetTilSorguine ❦ @ReissHousehold) devotion made the afternoon feel peaceful rite. Wind‑blown lace unfurls from an old handkerchief pinned pebble, it murmurs against bare ankles and the rim of a pie tin. Last golden hour settles over the picnic, and linger over each slice as if prolonging good adieu. Merci to @Meowchine & @NOTRAGES, the twibbon is cherry‑sweet, dainty, and perfectly suited to our leisurely pique‑nique.
Reach out to @whib_bot for twibbon assistance, prompt, gracious and delightfully cherry‑hearted. 🧾
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎