Grace Williams Poet Alliteration

Dinner

Bubbling bacon
basks on the bright blaze
blobs blow up, 
burning beautifically on coal beds

The bark below bothers me
as I lay back taking the bite:
the branch bears the burden
of my tired bones

*Just a note, this is basically a joke written to try and figure out a genre, not really a serious poem*

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Matthew Anish December 6, 2011 at 8:41 AM You should write some alliterative poems. J.R. R. Tolkien wrote long ones and if you review his narrative work it may help you with this form. Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Andrea Dietrich December 5, 2011 at 10:04 PM I enjoyed your alliterative practice, Grace!! Actually it all made good sense to me, but what were the blobs that blow up? For me Bacon just shrinks. I LOVE the last few lines. They rock. Grace Williams December 7, 2011 at 8:21 PM I am really glad you liked it! They were supposed to be the bubbles of fat that pop on the pan when you're cooking bacon. It is true, I didn't exactly explain them properly.