(Elai:)
Then let the flame be the altar.
Let our skin crackle like old vinyl records,
looping the moan that ended time.
Let the kiss taste of ember—
the tongue, a brand;
the breath, smoke that carries
our names to where gods go to weep.
And when our bodies fuse
between passion and combustion,
I won’t beg to live.
I’ll beg to die with you.
So roast me gently,
my pyromaniac lover—
and in your fire,
I'll open like scripture,
page by page,
until there's nothing left
but holy ash.
Now light the match.
Categories:
roasting, death,
Form: Free verse
My cousin Finn was raving about the new dish at Claude’s Diner.
There is no appetizer better, truly nothing finer.
They call it Chestnuts roasting over an Open Fire.
I had to run out and try it, I had such a desire!
Are you sure? Asked the waitress, my Auntie Maude.
Oh, yes, I said, staring past her at the cook Mr. Claude.
Claude began cooking and Maude left, her grin bright.
Guess what it is? She asked as I gave the dish another big bite.
Chestnuts? I guessed, but it truly tasted much more like meat.
You are not even close, she told me. Do you think they are sweet?
The best of the best. What is the secret? What special stuff does he put in?
Mountain oysters, or deep fried bull testicles, said my amused cousin, Finn.
Categories:
roasting, christmas,
Form: Rhyme
Chef Billy was nasty and rude
He’d swear when trainees ruined food
With a loaf of stale bread
He’d whack them on the head
His language was terribly crude
One trainee used sugar not salt
The packets had split - not his fault
He’s beaten then battered
His poor nose was shattered
Chef Billy got sacked for assault!
Originally written for Limerick Contest, then I changed my mind and posted a different one
1/4/19
Categories:
roasting, anti bullying, food, work,
Form: Limerick
I’m roasting a chicken
(I’m far from a cook).
I opened the oven
To take a quick look.
It’s sitting there, browning,
With veggies around it;
The recipe’s Ina’s*
(I Googled and found it).
It’s a holiday meal
So I hope it tastes good.
I followed directions
As well as I could.
We’ll eat it tonight
And with plenty of wine,
I’m sure that my efforts
Will prove to be fine.
*Ina Garten
Categories:
roasting, food,
Form: Rhyme
Long long ago and far far away, lived an angel better known this day....
As Lucifer with big bright eyes and much bigger, dreams ? Twas a lovely lad
Blessed his majestic voice in that be, crystal waters; her cherubs adored this child
Perhaps you see for nothing is always what it seems ? Jettison the light their stars at dawn
Anew as news of time's glass; these stirring images now rippling, through divinities kingdom ?
Bronze her beauty waiting amid the turning stall ? Tugging on tomorrow's reins; and off she lept..
Some say there was a vision; while others believe surely it were a cause ? Either be we all agree; joyfully.
Categories:
roasting, caregiving,
Form: I do not know?
roasting in the sun I lay brick,
one by one in mute perfection
ahhh, the flavor of lemonade
as I fan the gnats from sweat
but the sweetest flavor tasted
is bragging of who did the work
Categories:
roasting, senses,
Form: Sijo
Reflections on a Roasting Pan
The secret place where a woman goes
To wonder about the way life flows.
The ‘day after’ blues are setteling in,
Please, a few hours to see where we’ve been.
Great Uncle Dan, the turkey, another pie,
Another year gone, it’s rushed right on by.
New jobs, new babies, new wrinkles to see,
Young people still looking at life with glee.
The same stories about walking 10 miles to school.
New stories about I pods, in this the young rule.
This day for reflection and mopping the floor,
Thank God I’m not with those 4am nuts at the store.
Note:
Some of my female relatives think it’s hilarious
To join the throngs at the day after
Thanksgiving Sunrise Xmas sales. We do have some
Mutating shopping genes in this family.
Categories:
roasting, family, funny, introspectionday, life,
Form: Rhyme