Poetry Thursday

    . . . this week’s (completely and totally optional) idea, submitted by January, is to write or share a poem about food.

I found the poem below a few years ago, in the food section of our local newspaper:

mango (a found poem)

place (slender) mango
slice exposing
ends

pare away
(exquisite) remaining
bits of skin

slice (perfumed)
flesh make
two rounded shapes

without peeling
slice (precious)
close to the pit

on both sides
cutting (abundance)
cubes of mango

expose flesh
without biting
(sweetness) skin

bend (tongues) fruit
backward pushing
up under

make (shining) bow
mango still
attached to skin

mix papaya
pineapple (blossoms)
kiwi sugar lime

serve (divine) mango

Comments

[jzr]

Lovely!! Very sensuous.

[twitche]

Ha - I'm assuming you didn't find the parentheticals, though? Or did you? 'Cause if you didn't add those in, then that's one crazy recipe. Cool found poem.

[SB]

There were two articles; one was recipes, and the other was a general article about mangos. I cut and pasted from both pieces, interweaving them.

In general, as best I can remember, the parens were from the article about mangos, and the rest is from the recipes.

[Jim]

Almost impossible even to think of a mango without sex coming into it.

[Anna]

Mouth-watering, literally.

[January]

Nice! The only thing I love more than mango is a good mango poem!

[Pearl]

That's the most enjoyable found poem I've ever read. Like how you seasoned it with asides.

[liz elayne]

oh now this is deliciously delightful!
love it!
(now i want a mango. yep. i do.)