from another time
where the food of gods
met savoury pallettes of tenuous taste
she was forever
besoughted, beseeched
anachronistic in nature
and timely only in relevance
golden hues danced upon
slender solemn satire
and her hands crossed
as if posed for prose
i laughed
her daring glance
dictated the reverence
beholden to very few
and i alone seemed to notice
based upon Wendy Walker Silverman's body of work "Aspic and Ambrosia"