A joyful tongue

“The trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.”   –   Molière




A joyful tongue

Goat’s cheese fat pillow

Heart of first ripe fig

Wild honey dripping

Lapped with pleasure

Treasures of the


I devour each morsel greedily

With glee





About Léa

A wanderer who has found home and herself in the South of France.
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9 Responses to A joyful tongue

  1. Ooh I love this! The harvests of your country! I especially love “goat’s cheese fat pillow”, a wonderful description. And of course the always present wonderful quote… 😊


    • leamuse says:

      Those figs are just too fat and sassy! You must pluck the ripest ones and bite deeply! 🙂 Thank you Christine. It is wonderful to live in such a rich Country and be spoiled by its bounty…

  2. Im so pleased you have found contentment there


  3. I could get caught up in the lusty alliteration here, if my eyes weren’t closed and my mouth watering over an imagined fig!

  4. beckarooney says:

    Wow I’m hungry now!! Gorgeous imagery Lea, this was just delicious to read 😀 xx

    • leamuse says:

      Yes Becka, they do tend to whet the appetite. A dear friend got me hooked on them while we were waiting for him to serve dinner… 🙂 xx

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