Soul Search : Saturday Food Poetry
In an effort to reawaken my poetry writing, I will be featuring a food photo that inspires me, then let the words that stem from that image fall onto the page. Enjoy! Comments welcomed and appreciated.
Thanks ericmcgregor for use of this photo.
Muscular and artistic hands -
weaving the magic we call presentation.
I see the art,
fashioned of edible sculpture.
Your formulations
are
the
holy scripture.
you are profit of the palate,
to
your
unwavering congregation.
cutouts of cake, bases;
the pulpit
from
which
you preach
your decadent wisdom.
Dripping, oozing
thinning sauces.
Prepping, squeezing;
till heavenly visions
are realized.
Tuiles, chocolate decorations;
An offering
of snap,
of crispy symmetry;
Oh lovely visual revelations.
Is it enough to paint those lines,
to chase perfection
to gain
culinary
holy ground?
Amber © April 26 2008. My poetry. All rights reserved. No copies or reproductions shall be made without my permission.
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Hi Amber,
3:24 PM, April 28, 2008
I was a little hungry, so I went there and stopped for a tiny juicy piece of time between now and a little further.
My prefered Gaiman, I think, is Anansi boys... maybe because it's the last I've read... maybe because it's talking about storys wich became songs.
Stardust was also a nice trip, so was Neverwhere (the first I read which wasn't a comic) : the great revelation :)
I'd love to visit you, to taste your pastry, fortunately, I live a few steps further, between Geneva and Paris and the better place to meet would be, in dreamland during one of those funny starry nights. I'm very hungry, you know, but I'll try to savor your poetry slowly.
Dad became a chief after being a photographer, so if you'd walk through the old Orleans you could eat at his restaurant, yes the one behind the cathedral (www.lapetitemarmite.net).
On the path, maybe you could ear a bagpipe song carried by the wind, so say hello to my big little brother Nikos. Who wanted to be a pastry Chefdom but became a musician.
So the tiny juicy piece time have been eaten by field mice...
Have a pastry day, sweet night and starry dreams.
Dz
Another delicious photo! Keep them coming!
9:37 AM, October 27, 2008
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