Original

Cherry

By agnosticnun

Sat, 20 Jan 2024
  • 209 reads
6 comments
 
After hours in the kitchen 
I toss words in a salad.
 
Caesar’s romaine head, some Greek,
One wedged trojan. (Homer wrote of men
With their heads in their stomach, blood-eating ghosts
And the carnivorous horses of the sun. All in dactyllic hexameter.)
 
I consider cheese. And dressing
Or undressing, though nudity 
Is a little overdone for something that isn’t.
 
Death inspires. Limp lettuce, lutefisk, luminous limburger,
Pomegranate for color, Persephone’s downfall - 
Or persimmons, unripened. A salad never served.
 
Any fool can create something new.
The challenge is making it edible.
Certificate U
Poem
Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)

Comments

Submitted by Turlough on

It sounds very edible to me. We sometimes chuck in a little Prosciutto. Our local supermarket doesn't stock wedged Trojans.

A nice poem. I enjoyed reading it. It brought activity to my mind earlier in the day than I had expected.

Turlough

Submitted by celticman on

I'm a fool on both counts. I can't make anything new or edible. 

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Tripping through the ingredients of a salad and making it alive with myth and history. I loved this unique blending of topics. Ready now for some Roquefort dressing and perhaps a discussion on Charlemagne…smiley

 

Penny4athought

Submitted by Rhymes And Reasons on

'Death, Poetry And Food.' An awesome combination. Splendid Poetry! smiley

 

Submitted by Ewan on

 well done.

Author Page at the 'Zon
 

Submitted by Kris on

Really enjoyed this... & I love to cook... my best ideas, creative moments, etc... are liv'n in the moment in the kitchen-totally relate....yes

lutefisk = angel