Wednesday, May 8, 2013

A prelude




The mid day heat is intoxicating
As bright colored banners wave   
From streets posts, playing tag with children, 
Unrestrained in their merriment as elders begin their tales-    

The best plates are piled neatly on the table,
Laden with smoked-cured meat, rice-rolled sweets,
Coconut- stirred vegetables, seasoned milk fish & ripe papayas 
He boasts proudly to his grown children, I can eat anything-

Outside the bees gather & swoop down  
Bougainvillea vines, buzzing, oblivious to ruckus of   
Flies swarming over pitted seeds & chicken bones-
The anticipation of the feast is palpable in the air-     
    




Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Kerry's Challenge - The Prelude 


Prelude 


1. (noun) An introductory performance, event, or action preceding a more important one; a preliminary or preface.


Picture credit:   here

32 comments:

  1. You always paint such wonderful and beautiful pictures with your words. Lovely poem that just oozes anticipation.

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  2. A definite hors d'oeuvre to whet our appetites...

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  3. Wonderful! I do wonder what this feast is for. I really like the rhythm of the second stanza.

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  4. yum....sounds like it is going to be a fun feast/picnic....the food sounds great...eat quick before the bees catch one...smiles.

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  5. This is such a rich descriptive experience, Grace, and always a line to promise the reader that more is to come: tales beginning, feasts to be enjoyed.

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  6. yum, i just had lunch but am suddenly hungry again.

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  7. And I'm on a diet! Beautiful words to portray a lovely forthcoming.

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  8. You do set a wonderful scene, Grace, even as you move from subject to subject, it all feels of being one.

    Steve

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  9. WAITING FOR THE OTHER PART EAGERLY!!!! NICE LINES...

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  10. Prelude to a feast --excellently drawn scene, bees and all.

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  11. Ah yes a perfect job of bringing me right to this gala event! Excellent images.

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  12. Sounds like the place to be and a nice day to at your sea, which it finally is here, but stuck at work with my rhyming rear.

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  13. Great scene setting. Paints a bright attractive picture. I want to hear more.

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  14. Prelude over: What's for 'Afters' [= dessert]

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  15. Oh, and ripe papayas! This is gorgeous, Grace!
    K

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  16. . I love this Grace; what beautiful! love the food and love bugambillias and I have like this in my house porch!

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  17. You have put before us feasting...I wonder at the celebration. So beautiful and descriptive.

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  18. I love how gorgeous you paint the setting scene...
    I too am craving more :D

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  19. ...beautiful Grace... and you truly set the scene with that wonderful introduction to a lovely day... enjoyed the picnic with your luscious words... smiles...

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  20. I wrote about a picnic too, but I think I'm coming to yours - the food sounds delicious! ? An enticing prelude. Leaves me wondering what those tales would be.

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  21. Such a wonderful atmosphere, Grace... I love all the food. Makes me think of the Fourth of July.

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  22. This poem was really a feast for my imagination. From humans to bees to flies, all found sustenance.

    Nice take on the PJ prompt, Grace.

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  23. Your poem reminded me of home - of the feasting - both by people and bugs. I hear the buzz of voices and activities and bees, and smell food here. :-)

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  24. Absolutely beautiful ... you painted a scene we could all identify with.

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  25. A prelude to a feast, sounds like a wonderful celebration in the making, very descriptive :)

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  26. I love the juxtaposition of these two feasts!! So clever and tasty :-)

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  27. What a beautiful setting you have described.

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  28. The prelude is to be the one ho carries food from resting place to table...first taste. and the postscript is being able to say to someone else "hey i brought it all in, the least you could do is take out the garbage."

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  29. Which leaves us all agog for the main event -- which is exactly what it should do.

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  30. Your poem buzzes with anticipation!

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  31. Painting the word picture leaves me hungry for what follows ... your description is so very good ...

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