For the
month of April, I’m writing a poem a day from prompts on https://www.napowrimo.net. You can click
on the headlines (Day One, etc) to view/add comments. There’s also a list of participants’
sites below the site header.
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that anthropomorphizes a kind of food. It could be a favorite food of yours, or maybe one you feel conflicted about. I feel conflicted about Black Forest Cake, for example. It always looks so pretty in a bakery window, and I want to like the combination of cherries and chocolate . . . but I don’t. But how does the cake feel about it?
Daily bread
I feel myself almost risen,
bubbling below the surface,
indents and permeations.
of balmy vanilla and tangy lemon.
My crust will soon have a crispness
that tempts without crumbling,
my middle softly melting,
something to be savoured.
and falling, resting almost.
Tiny currants decorate me,
little eyes looking out.
place me on a metal tray
and I breathe more freely,
happy to escape the sauna
and cool down, the heat bubbles
evanescent from my pores.
Scrumptious! This one has a beautiful mouthfeel!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Alana :) I kind of fancy some crunchy breadstick!
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