An idea of dinner it started with the potatoes Ever since
Scotland Emma likes to call them jackets Weather was a bit
blustery the beginning of Spring longing for winter Flower petals
clogging the river a necessary jacket day A day for a jacket but this zipper
There was something wrong with the zipping Spilling from her lips
gossip about a mutual acquaintance Maybe someone’s got a crush
With the flat part of the blade Crush the garlic pluck the thyme
Movement in the other room skittering of feet Take the soft butter
Coat the skin of the potato Salt the potato Waning light of afternoon
god I love potatoes. if there are still potatoes, there is hope
oooh, I like calling them jackets now, too, thank you! I love the sensory luxuriousness of this one, and the way the title invites us to imagine a larger narrative.
oh that’s good b/c I was thinking of trying to push this further for tomorrow & maybe the next few days (fingers crossed:)-
Eleanor! So Victorian sounding title!
Love the pathos of
the beginning of Spring longing for winter
Such a salt day.
Ha ha, although it has nothing to do with the movie I lifted the titled from that Nosferatu remake. At least it was good for a poem title-LOL… I actually fell asleep midway through. Don’t know if that’s about the movie or parenting or life:)-
poem as comfort food, yum
I always like poems that have food in them, so I decided to make an actual effort of doing that. I’ve also been only writing prose poems for the last 8 months or so, so I thought I should try to push in a different direction. But the water is deep & I feel sentences calling:)-
“the water is deep & I feel sentences calling” — THE BEST FEELING !!!
Well, it’s right up there anyway.
It may have all started with potatoes. I too like poems with food in them, and also good poetic food writing (like MFK Fisher’s Consider the Oyster or How to Cook a Wolf). And this poem!