Pomegranate Roasted Chicken

Pomegranate Roasted Chicken

(Recipe for Divine Inspiration)

Simmer one cup pomegranate juice in a small sauce pan with one half cup Marsala wine
Until reduced to half amount then set aside.
Let a three pound chicken rest until it comes to room temp.
Heat oven to 450 degrees.
Brush on pomegranate/marsala mixture.
Brush on extra-virgin olive oil.
Add a sprinkle of salt and pepper.
Stuff chicken with ten florets of garlic.
Transfer chicken into a large baking dish and roast chicken.
Turn chicken once and continue to roast until golden brown.(about 60 minutes).
Deglaze remaining pomegranate/marsala mixture in saucepan until thick.
Add in one cup chicken stock to mixture and continue to deglaze.
Remove chicken from oven and pour deglazed mixture over entire bird.
Sprinkle with half tablespoon thyme and one half teaspoon rosemary.

Faded Violets

“Faded Violets”
A Terza Rima
(Old Welsh Style)


She sits by an open door,
violets rest on her lap,
remnants from Psalms of the poor.
there on the floor lies a folded map,
showing secrets of the land.
Could this be a subtle trap
that leads us to a pit of sand,
then throw us in the salty brine?
The glowing center of her hand,
soothes the visions in my mind,
her smile is full and so true,
brings music flowing from a band,
with a thousand harps playing through,
an ayre that brings a tear,
I bend down, ‘tis so grand,
the sounds of ‘Foggy Dew’
almost too much to endure,
as thick as the best lamb stew,
to utter a soft and sweet mew.

-R. William Lindsey

Quiet Pool

Quiet Pool

The Woods so gentle deep and cool
A warm breeze rushes by her chest
her life is now a quiet pool

She walked along a path so cruel
But walked it with such zest
The Woods so gentle deep and cool

The whole world knew she was no fool
The words she spoke they knew were blessed
Her life is now a quiet pool

Her art was wild and not from school
Of many talents she then possessed
The Woods so gentle deep and cool

Of all the people who used a paint bush as a tool
Were treated to a visual fest
Her life is now a quiet pool

Now as you sit upon your stool
She brings you here as her loving quests
The Woods so gentle deep and cool
Her life is now a quiet pool

11-2-2010
Bill Lindsey

Today's poem

Alapocas

The dodging Moon from high above
Sent forth its dreamy glow
A moving silence a glowing Dove.

Light reflected far below
The light so painterly
Filtered through the trees long bough.

I held my hands so as to see
Through misty leaves I peered
Then moving colors brushed by me.

Although I thought perhaps is weird
This display of natures charm
The forest floor was alive I feared

But meant no present harm
As tender Faeries brushed by my arm.

Toad
10-24-09