How it glistens in the candles’ glow,
the star of every luncheon plate.
Who is it who could ever say no
to the salad dealt to her by fate?
With mayonnaise from a crystal dish
too elegant to contemplate–
the flavors of lime and tuna fish
meet at last, in quivering embrace.
What more could any hostess wish
than to see such joy on every face?
For NaPoWriMo, Day 15.
hard-boiled eggs
Bury the eyes, always,
that they may not witness
this turbulent mystery.
green olives
With pimento pupils,
they stand sentry, to repel
untoward advances.
orange slices
From what grove,
and how came they here?
They must be wondering.
ground beef (?)
Structural putty.
Muscle memory retains
the shape of the pan.
canned peas
From every crevice
springs
a mockery of freshness.
tomato slice
Countersunk
against
indifference.
mint
A jaunty sail,
a hint of life
other than this.
If you’re on Facebook, here’s the photo that inspired this poem. See more from the Kitsch Bitsch here. Yummy! Also, if it’s Tuesday p.m., it’s Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. June 11 marks its 100th weekly session.
Let Memory Be a Paneled Room
Let us now be gracious
and thank our humble homes.
From shag carpet we arose;
the ugly couch was always
more comfortable before
it was reupholstered,
made more acceptable
to our changing eyes. Let us
now love Linoleum, warm
underfoot, forgiving of stains,
those accidents of carelessness
and time. How the years passed.
Let memory be a paneled room
with heavy curtains. Let it keep
every word we ever spoke.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 