in the pan
let it melt
some dry mustard.
lots of options
have you tried
Maybe a few more times.
It’s a process.
When the color’s right
and the cheese is melted
and there’s that smell.
Are you going to make one now?
Above is a photograph of smoked pork ribs. It is food as art. It can inspire poetry. (As a note, on December 27, 2017, the poetry topic idea: ribs was posted about. Check that post for ideas about writing about ribs.)
it took a lot of time
there was wood
was too low
the water ran out
and there was a flare up
there is more worth
than the food
bought from the store –
How do you cook these?
compró de la tienda –
¿Cómo usted cocina éstos?
Today’s experimental poetry form is called V. It is based on layout on the page. The form consists of twenty one words in the shape of a V. It looks as follows:
The form is read by going down the left side and then up the right side. Here is an example poem written in the form:
a ham was baked,
it was nice,
and it glistened,
and there was a smell.
there was trimming,
A dog got a bone,
he also has another bone,
and a container of trimmings,
would have loved this.
The coals were lit and they did glow,
inside the grill where they did go.
Chili citrus chicken heating,
roasting slowly never cheating.
As heat from coals did rise and flow,
smoky currents quickly fleeting,
lingered slightly absent greeting,
while coals did cook the bird so slow.
(35/40) Experimental Poetry Form: Two coins
The ears of corn were shucked with speed,
and with quick hands they did this deed,
and this was done because of need,
so that the group they all could feed,
on each and every grilled corn bead.
The corn was grilled on burning coals,
to meet the group’s most hungry goals.
The corn did glow as it did heat,
the tasty grain that was not wheat,
and all who watched did want to eat,
the corn that looked to them so sweet.
The color changed as it did cook,
and soon it had a brand new look,
and then the corn they reached and took.
The ears of corn were grilled that day.
(6/40) Experimental Poetry Form: 52431
The Butter Melted
The butter melted within the pan,
and then around the edge it ran,
and in the pan the bread did go,
the slices placed within a row,
to cook right there as was the plan.
And in the box the eyes did scan,
to find the cheese behind the flan,
and then the heat was set to low,
the butter melted.
The bread did cook and it turned tan,
and seemed the color of rattan,
and the cheese did melt in a manner slow,
and made a food that seemed to glow,
that was served on a plate colored cyan,
the butter melted.