Day Twenty On April 20, 2022
“….And now for today’s (optional) prompt. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that anthropomorphizes a kind of food. It could be a favorite food of yours, or maybe one you feel conflicted about. I feel conflicted about Black Forest Cake, for example. It always looks so pretty in a bakery window, and I want to like the combination of cherries and chocolate . . . but I don’t. But how does the cake feel about it?”
Eggs, Being Weird
Eggs on the plate, sunny-side up. Bacon,
stretched out alongside. Eggs don’t like it.
“Why you always crowding me?” they ask.
“You’re too crisp, likely to poke a hole in
my big sunny-yellow eye! Getcher own space!”
“And, yo, you! Toast! Dried-out pieces
of flour and water! Need butter and jam
for any hint of taste!”
“But us, we eggs are versatile, tasty, good
hot or cold, fried, poached or omelette-ified!
And we’re not weird, even for snacks!”
Carol A. Stephen
April 27, 2022