Sometimes food inspires me.
Oh, That Cranberry Sauce!
Wiggly
jiggly
red
sloppy
floppy
round
Sliding
off my
plate
headed
for the
ground
Slipping
through
my fingers
landing
in a
mound
Grandma
steps
right in it
and it
doesn’t make
a sound
Sticky
icky
blob
three days later
when it’s
found.
Comment here with your own poetic description of a Thanksgiving food and be entered to win a free e-copy of my holiday novella, MIDNIGHT MISTLETOE. Visit http://www.christinedepetrillo.weebly.com/ to find out more about this tale.
Chris
ABRA CADAVER, The Wild Rose Press, coming January 2012
Poetry? wow, multi-talented is good. I have to think about one.
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Ha! Just what I needed on a Monday morning. Yesterday I polished the silver in anticipation of the Holidays (my LEAST favorite chore), so it was great fun to look at the lighter side of Thanksgiving. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the poem!
ReplyDeleteLove it, Chris. How about:
ReplyDeleteSweet and cinnamon
Crumbly crust, rich, smooth filling
Grandma's pumpkin pie
Gave me a smile!
ReplyDeleteCan you tell I spend too much time with eleven year olds? LOL.
ReplyDeleteCranberry Sauce is one of my favorite things on my plate for Thanksgiving. I love the visual descriptions, I can see it falling of my place, but only to see that my dogs would eat it up before anyone steps in it.
ReplyDeleteAn antioxidant powerhouse of a poem....and probably closer to the truth than most.
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