It’s No Eggplant Parm

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – Covid-19 P.A.D. – Day 10 – “What’s On The Menu?”

“What’s your favorite dish? What’s something you’d like to try? What’s one thing you’ll never eat, no matter what? We’re writing food today! Can you smell what I’m cooking? Are you hungry?

If you want to impress me, write your poem in the form of an EPULAERYU. It’s an actual poetic form specifically about delicious food.”

If it’s hidden, will I know
there’s okra in there?
Yes, if I taste something slick.
‘least with lima beans
they’re out in the open–
sickly pale

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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