For Poetry Thursday this week, the emphasis is on food, poems about food, poems as food, whatever. The heat has addled my brain! Aieeee.
This feels a little like a potluck, this idea of everyone sharing food poems. Who will bring the Waldorf jello mold, shrimp aspic or candied yams? Will we have a good mix of food, or all dessert (not a tragedy in my book).
Here's my contribution to the PT table:
By Julie Zaccone Stiller
At Nine PM
Sun is down for good
Today, Hurrah! our
only reached eighty short degrees
No baking, steaming
or true cooking
has occured indoors
weeks now. (salads don't count do they?)
All blamed on the ready and believable excuse
"Too hot to cook."
It is all relative
though, this matter
So to celebrate the
return to our corner
of the sky.
Celebratory Pizza is in order tonight.