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Sourdough Bread Poetic Complexities Explored With Culinary Passion

 

Washington, DC (BlackNews.com) -- The poetic narrator of Sourdough Bread is baking more than sharp, crusty artisan leaven bread that exclaims, "bon appetit". The traditional homemade practice of sour fermented dough used as leaven to make bread is only the beginning of culinary passion in the hands of Lady Janét R. Griffin, whose professional name is Lady Janét.

 

The reader has an array of discomforting themes circumscribed with some familiar textured crust sandwiched between memories of wartime betrayals, expressed in "no war of roses" or protestations of rare innocence that can only be found in "to find a blank sheet." And lucid reflections are highlighted in "and silently he comes" dedicated to President Barack Obama.

 

Sourdough Bread is dedicated to her colleague and friend, Ms. Shirley Dyer, and as always, her students. Lady Janét ingratiates the reader ever more into deeper personal reflections of more than sweet homemade jam or apple butter. She waxes poetic in "more advice" and says "should you wish/to travel as a queen/ look to SELF /for/ marriage is a sink/well-equipped for dish pan hands." She warns in "reflections ii" that variety makes life interesting/ but do not get lost/ in a sea/ of endless possiblities," for "fun and frolic" swirl you/ like a/ merry-go-round-but-inevitability/ broken dreams/ and hopes/ cloud the moments/ with despair.

 

Gradually, private memories of life chances rise slowly revealing a soft chewy interior and displaying raw courage. Lady Janet writes about personal pain in "pain and time" where "pain makes us self-centered/ we hide and cringe/ in the bosom of our affliction/ and we are too aware of time." She is not afraid to talk about her own "prodigal son", for "his air was / completely silent/ yet watchful/ in the /early morning sunshine/ he was different."

 

Awakening warm succulent truths is never easy. It requires more than a slice of warm, crusty leaven bread and a light touch of delicious humor. Yet, the reader will see that to make peace with the past or to find reconciliation with the gnawing presence of disenchantment, love, or joy requires more than a prophetic wink and a nod. Lady Janét suggests in "forever after" ....even our illicit love affair/ brought inner thoughtful brilliance/ and reminder of primitive/ never forgotten allure.