It's not only food that nourishes us, and gives us energy. Good poems are capable of nurturing our creative energies, and send us into our days either fully sated, or hungering for more.
Here's a poem, (seeing as I just featured a photo of vegetables in a bowl, ready for their transformation to homemade pizza topping):
How to Select an Eggplant
He’s thinking torso Rubenesque
She suggests breaded
medallions parmigiano-reggiano
marinara so blood red, so night-
shade on the tongue
it makes her blush. Aubergine
he breathes, and says it again.
Crostini Chianti Balsamic
Rub a little extra virgin
Olio Verde into flesh,
make it hiss. This one is a breast
he says, perfect
cupped in his palm. Better grab two
she muses – the moon
is full tonight.
- Ronda Broatch
From the chapbook Shedding Our Skins,
Finishing Line Press (2008)
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