I am a newcomer to the cyber sea so hope I am doing this properly. I wrote this poem in response to a prompt at Magpie Tales. I am trying to follow the instructions. Please forgive me and advise me if I have the technicalities wrong. Not much we can do about the poet at this stage ...
Ode to Garlic
most revered, and despised
angel vegetable
sheathed in pink satin
dripping with taste or lust
peel me
slice me
crush me
devour my
succulent roar
not for you?
what kind of a mouth are you?
15 comments:
Enjoyed that. Nicely done.
I think that is brilliant! I don't care whether you've got the technicalities wrong or not, I just want some more of that!
Good to find others who think garlic is erotic . .
I loved, loved that last line!
and the terms "angel vegetable" and "succulent roar" are wonderful!
lolss
I loved this! n I love garlic :)
hugs xx
Ooh, I love that last line!
Cute! I like it!
'Devour my succulent roar' is a glorious line. A great read throughout.
"Succulent roar" is wonderful. Welcome to Magpie Tales!
"sheathed in pink satin
dripping with taste or lust"
beautiful and enticing writing! well done & indeed welcome!
Thank you to all the kind visitors who enjoyed the odour of garlic. It is very nice to have such universal praise!
Dave, the technicalities were related to trying to understand the instructions at Magpie, which I seem to have muddled through.
Jinksy, thanks for looking at the older posts. The politics of crockery is a companion piece to the politics of cutlery - which might help it make sense.
Anybody who played with or hated Barbie dolls might enjoy the Barbie Cycle, especially Barbie 1.
Thank you all again for reading and commenting.
What kind of a mouth? Hungry?
Good work. I can't see why you have displaced line 9 to the right. What does it add to the poem?
You composed quite the Magpie ~ Bravo!
Yes, I suppose a greedy mouth?
The displaced line is to create a pause when reading.
Thanks for the cheers.
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