Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Hail to the chef!




You clang the wooden cutting board
On table and gather your knives
Your hands are strings on cups of gouds
Chopping each lonely leaf to hives

Your fingers are lit with spices
Yellow ginger, red paprika
Pepper, cumin- all enticing
Minting soup with green carica

Your head moves to bubbles of bones
Humming as fruits sit, golden soft
Tying knot of herbs, baking scones.
We wait, munching on our toast!



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Artisan poetics with Kim Russell as our host ~  We are inspired to write in the style of Seamus Heaney ~

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23 comments:

  1. Oh I love this.. what a wonderful tribute to cooking.. love the internal rhymes here... works like a melody.

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  2. I've been sitting waiting for the post to show for ages and you still got in before me, Grace!
    What a wonderfully busy and colourful poem - I feel like I am in the kitchen amongst the clanging and chopping - Gordon Ramsay eat your heart out!
    My favourite stanza has to be:

    'Your fingers are lit with spices
    Yellow ginger, red paprika
    Pepper, cumin- all enticing
    Minting soup with green carica'

    and I love the sound of 'bubbles of bones' together with the humming and munching!

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  3. So often, may of us choose the same "favorite" lines--like Kim, you had me at /Your fingers are lit with spices/ & you brought it home with /Your head moves to bubbles of bones/. Smile. You are infamous for always picking the lines & phrases I'm attracted to out on the trail; smile--great minds & all that, right?

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  4. Oh my...made me so hungry...i too am now waiting but not munching toast.

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  5. oh how perfect... feels like I'm sitting in my mother's kitchen, anxious, satisfied... mesmerized!

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  6. I totally agree culinary foods are an art, a tasty treat.

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  7. fun rhymes in the cooking (or near rhymes)

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  8. Delightful. Tasting each line... Not rushed...

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  9. I liked the ending waiting and munching toast. Every trade has its clients as well.

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  10. Are you saying, "We wait, munching on our toast!", or are you toasting them with your munching? It's great to eat finely prepared foods. They are artisans indeed. I can't copy their work no matter how long i watch the food channel. Arrrgh!

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  11. I love the way this bounces along, Grace. Especially:
    "Your head moves to bubbles of bones"

    Chefs are artisans, indeed.

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  12. Oh, hail the chef indeed! I'm starving. :D

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  13. Not sure if this is what you were saying, but I get the image of kids at the breakfast table watching their mom baking. :-)

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  14. Sure cooked up a great verse at your sea!

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  15. LOVE this! Especially "Hail to the Chef" instead of Hail to the Chief" :)
    Yummy description too.

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  16. What a delightful culinary romp! You've painted the picture so well, here (and clearly, from the perspective of a lady who knows her way around a kitchen) that this is really very special ... a treat to read.

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  17. I look at this more metaphorically than as a vision of the chef in the kitchen. We may be munching the cookies at the moment but come the dawn I wonder if we will have some remorse at having bitten into too many?

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  18. Oh this is so well crafted Grace! The visual evoked by the second stanza is perfection. And I who adore alliteration am enthralled with "bubbles of bones".

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  19. Fantanstic visual with a lovely flow Grace...

    peace-love
    And happines to you
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