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-
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.
You always paint such wonderful and beautiful pictures with your words. Lovely poem that just oozes anticipation.
ReplyDeleteA definite hors d'oeuvre to whet our appetites...
ReplyDeleteWonderful! I do wonder what this feast is for. I really like the rhythm of the second stanza.
ReplyDeleteyum....sounds like it is going to be a fun feast/picnic....the food sounds great...eat quick before the bees catch one...smiles.
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteyum, i just had lunch but am suddenly hungry again.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm on a diet! Beautiful words to portray a lovely forthcoming.
ReplyDeleteYou do set a wonderful scene, Grace, even as you move from subject to subject, it all feels of being one.
ReplyDeleteSteve
WAITING FOR THE OTHER PART EAGERLY!!!! NICE LINES...
ReplyDeletePrelude to a feast --excellently drawn scene, bees and all.
ReplyDeleteAh yes a perfect job of bringing me right to this gala event! Excellent images.
ReplyDeleteSounds 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.
ReplyDeleteGreat scene setting. Paints a bright attractive picture. I want to hear more.
ReplyDeletePrelude over: What's for 'Afters' [= dessert]
ReplyDeleteOh, and ripe papayas! This is gorgeous, Grace!
ReplyDeleteK
. I love this Grace; what beautiful! love the food and love bugambillias and I have like this in my house porch!
ReplyDeleteYou have put before us feasting...I wonder at the celebration. So beautiful and descriptive.
ReplyDeleteI love how gorgeous you paint the setting scene...
ReplyDeleteI too am craving more :D
...beautiful Grace... and you truly set the scene with that wonderful introduction to a lovely day... enjoyed the picnic with your luscious words... smiles...
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteHow a day should be
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful atmosphere, Grace... I love all the food. Makes me think of the Fourth of July.
ReplyDeleteThis poem was really a feast for my imagination. From humans to bees to flies, all found sustenance.
ReplyDeleteNice take on the PJ prompt, Grace.
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. :-)
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful ... you painted a scene we could all identify with.
ReplyDeleteI love the juxtaposition of these two feasts!! So clever and tasty :-)
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful setting you have described.
ReplyDeleteThe 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."
ReplyDeleteWhich leaves us all agog for the main event -- which is exactly what it should do.
ReplyDeleteYour poem buzzes with anticipation!
ReplyDeletePainting the word picture leaves me hungry for what follows ... your description is so very good ...
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