Poetry

[triskellian]

Today is National Poetry Day, apparently. Five minutes on the site hasn't made me any the wiser about what I'm supposed to do to mark the occasion, but it has revealed that the theme is food. Thirty seconds talking to the girl at the next desk reveals that we can each remember one poem about food (and, oddly, we each know the one the other remembers).

I thought of Wendy Cope's The Uncertainty of the Poet:

I am a poet.
I am very fond of bananas.

I am bananas.
I am very fond of a poet.

I am a poet of bananas.
I am very fond.

A fond poet of 'I am, I am'-
Very bananas.

Fond of 'Am I bananas?
Am I?'-a very poet.

Bananas of a poet!
Am I fond? Am I very?

Poet bananas! I am.
I am fond of a 'very.'

I am of very fond bananas.
Am I a poet?

And she thought of This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams:

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

Can you guys with your collective wisdom tell me some more poems about food? Or if you're feeling creative, write one ;-)

Comments

[bibliogirl.livejournal.com]

Toast: A Sonnet

You know, a slice of bread is all it takes;
It doesn't have to be too freshly baked.
A little stale is fine. Don't slice it thin
Else it will burn, fit only for the bin.

Spread butter on, as much as serves your taste,
And Marmite too -- though some would call this waste
Of good toast, to pollute it with the brown
Effluent sludge; the flavour makes them frown.

Then bring it to your lips, and take a bite;
Still hot, the toppings melted -- sheer delight.
Atop the bread-slice, crunchy melts with slick;
It's comfort food; it's easy and it's quick.

It may seem odd to write a poem 'bout toast --
But some days it's the thing I crave the most.

Epilogue:

And having written all about toast's crunch,
Somehow I think that it's now time for lunch...

[triskellian]

Mmmm, toast :-) I had some this morning, with butter and Marmite (which I sometimes want and sometimes don't because I neither love it nor hate it ;-)

Where's it from?

(Hmm, should use my food icon as well as my literature one.)

[bibliogirl.livejournal.com]

That'd be an original work of appalling poetry by yours truly (my useless superpower is to be able to produce more-or-less-rhyming, more-or-less-scanning poetry at the drop of a hat)

[triskellian]

Hurrah! That's now two gen-yoo-wine original poems!

And I must try to resist the urge to come up with excuses to make you exercise your superpower for my entertainment ;-)