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Hi everyone!  We have a guest host for today, Misky.

Our mothers scowled and said, Don’t play with your food.” But we all like to dabble in food. Slice it. Dice it. Arrange it. And eat it, of course. We adorn it, adore it, and write about it endlessly – cookbooks and novels and poetry. We are tempted by fruit that’s as juicy as a primary colour, and we follow those fallen angels with their apples. Sylvia’s blackberries, and the Emperor of Ice-Cream, Frank O’Hara, or maybe D.H. Lawrence’s Figs in which he writes

Figs” by D.H. Lawrence …

The fig is a very secretive fruit.
As you see it standing growing,
you feel at once it is symbolic :
And it seems male.
But when you come to know it better,
you agree with the Romans,
it is female.

You can read the entire poem here Figs by D.H. Lawrence

or “Ode to The Onion” by Pablo Neruda
luminous flask,
your beauty formed
petal by petal,
You make us cry without hurting us.
I have praised everything that exists,
but to me, onion, you are
more beautiful than a bird

Read it in full Ode to The Onion

And then there’s William Carlos Williams’s plums poem

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
for breakfast …

(continue reading this poem here)

So here’s the plan. Let’s play with our food. Our favourite food. Or treat. Breakfast? Lunch? If this was your last meal – what would you want on your plate. Is there a plate? Maybe it’s finger food. So instead of counting syllables on your fingers, let’s lick our fingers, and write some food poetry. Bon Appétit!

After you post your foodie poem on your blog, come back and add a link on Mr Linky. Please do read other’s poems, and comment. A kind, supportive word is priceless.

Thank you Misky for the delicious poetry prompt.    

*** Thursday, 12 May, OPEN LINK NIGHT LIVE hosted by Sanaa! You may link one poem, as usual, whether you join us for the live session or not. ***


About our guest host:  Bio: Misky lives in the UK, surrounded by rolling chalk hills, flowers, and vineyards. She never buys clothing without pockets. Her photography, poetry and prose are widely published.