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).
Anyways,
Here's my contribution to the PT table:
Celebratory Pizza
By Julie Zaccone Stiller
At Nine PM
Sun is down for good
Today, Hurrah! our
Inside Temperature
only reached eighty short degrees
No baking, steaming
or true cooking
has occured indoors
for, honestly
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
of temperature
So to celebrate the
fog's welcome
return to our corner
of the sky.
Celebratory Pizza is in order tonight.
4 comments:
I hear ya! We've been lax in the cooking department as well in the heat and I miss it.
"Celebratory Pizza." I like it.
Yeah-ha! Celebratory Pizza is the best! :)
Julie, this rocks! What a perfect poem for this too-hot summer!
Lynn's butter could at least be used on the dinner rolls. No one is going to want my bland chicken breast at the potluck!
Great poem. Totally captured the "too hot to do anything" feeling.
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