A presentation in honour of Medium’s very own King’s Nuts—

Stirring Stue’s Shuffly Stews

by Gustave Deresse

Gustave Deresse
Black Tea Poetry

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‘Greek Soup’ | Image of an Ambiguous Sausage and Yellow Olive Soup/Stew, Topped with a Sprinkle of Rosemary, With Additional Oil Being Gently Poured in from a Cruet Generated by Gustave Deresse; Writer & AI Artist in NightCafe; unedited

Start with five times
clockwise,
not
too fast, or it’ll
turn
blue— a formidable colour,
if not for
stew. Two times in
reverse
gives reason for your neighbour
to burst
in without
a moment’s notice; quickly
get out,
and be careful
not to spill. You followed the recipe
this far— all
is swell and dandy. Duck the sheriff’s questions,
while they’re all about the
sport. You’re waiting
that they ask
for the
recipe. Join the search party
anyway— no one
appreciated that you stayed in
last time. We’ll make it
an app
between stirs.
The app makes excuses.
I’m all out
of
order— the narrator’s
sick. I don’t know
what to
do.

If this didn’t make sense to you, then you probably need to slow down in life. Take a handful of deep breaths— no more, no less. Afterwards, consider doing it again.

My time on Medium is drawing to a close.

For tonight.

And one by our guest of honour

That’s all from me for the moment. Let me know your thoughts in the responses, perhaps tell me what you think this is all about? No wrong answers.

OR all wrong answers— either way. You can make the rules for this one.

From the cover image, IS it soup, or stew?

I appreciate you, take care.

Sincerely,
G

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Gustave Deresse
Black Tea Poetry

I've lost who I am; writing might help figure it out. ☕✨ Contact: 📧 gderesse@proton.me