Trifecta: Crush

She sparkles
Her wonderful weathered hands moving quickly
Her fire and humour evident in every wrinkle

She lifts the jars from the cupboard
Coriander, cumin and fennel

With her mortar and pestle in hand
I watch her crush the seeds
Grinding them gently
Until their aroma floods the kitchen
With promises of warmth and spice.


This week, I thought it would be fun to participate in the Trifecta Writing Challenge. The rules are as follows:

  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
  • Only one entry per writer.

This week, the word is crush (transitive verb) and the third definition is to reduce to particles by pounding or grinding <crush rock>


Image credit: © Guy /

16 thoughts on “Trifecta: Crush

  1. I have similar images in my mind of my grandmother in the kitchen. The smells and the actions are just perfect. Thanks so much for linking up with us this week. Hopefully we’ll see more of you in the future.

    1. Thank you! I will definitely be back. I haven’t done much creative writing in a while and I had a blast, so thank you for running this challenge.

  2. I liked the description of the hands and movements. I can picture the woman’s personality and looks, “sparkles,” “fire” and “humor” are great descriptions. Your poem is filled with warmth!

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