prompt 179 “Food, Glorious Food”
Market in Mexico City, Mexico. (Courtesy of Wikicommons)
Good morning, dear poets. I’m back again with another prompt for you. Let’s write about food; it’s one of my favourite subjects to write about, though, honestly, I haven’t done much writing on the subject lately.
However I always get a sense of aliveness when walking into a green grocer here. The colours simply beg you to buy and try them. I have bought some varieties of fruit that take some getting used to, and some you never do.
So tell us about the food you love to eat, prepare, or serve and share with others, or just anything you want to write about food. I’m looking forward to your poems to this prompt. I know a few of you are food lovers out there.
I have included a poem of mine written to one of Margo Roby’s prompts back in January 2012 (when I had time to write.) I miss those days.
Have fun writing.
“All the Berries have Different Names”
Maybe weighing words
is a like a visit to the grocers
where piles of shapes
in different hues fill
visions — greens, cafes, reds,
in rows on aisles of bare wood
floors, in warm air confining
capsicum, thyme, rosemary leaves
A journey into another language
where tangerines are sierra
sweetness, and leeks lean proud
against glossy, purple eggplants
But pronunciation rolls
awkwardly off my tongue when
seeking an unusual fruit
I am a spiked, unyielding,
artichoke in hand,
preferring to present
this with finesse — a dash of
chili sprinkled on a mango
Perfection’s freshness when
pen sheds paper, its
serration a fringe to
segue beyond borders,
like golden olive oil
drizzled on green beans.