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By agnosticnun

Sat, 20 Jan 2024

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After hours in the kitchen

I toss words in a salad.

Caesar’s romaine head, some Greek,

One wedged trojan. (Homer wrote of men

With their heads in their stomach, blood-eating ghosts

And the carnivorous horses of the sun. All in dactyllic hexameter.)

I consider cheese. And dressing

Or undressing, though nudity

Is a little overdone for something that isn’t.

Death inspires. Limp lettuce, lutefisk, luminous limburger,

Pomegranate for color, Persephone’s downfall -

Or persimmons, unripened. A salad never served.

Any fool can create something new.

The challenge is making it edible.

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It sounds very edible to me.

Permalink Submitted by Turlough on Sat, 2024-01-20 08:59

It sounds very edible to me. We sometimes chuck in a little Prosciutto. Our local supermarket doesn't stock wedged Trojans.

A nice poem. I enjoyed reading it. It brought activity to my mind earlier in the day than I had expected.

Turlough

I'm a fool on both counts. I

Permalink Submitted by celticman on Sat, 2024-01-20 12:54

I'm a fool on both counts. I can't make anything new or edible.

Tripping through the

Permalink Submitted by Penny4athought on Sun, 2024-01-21 14:24

Tripping through the ingredients of a salad and making it alive with myth and history. I loved this unique blending of topics. Ready now for some Roquefort dressing and perhaps a discussion on Charlemagne…

Penny4athought

This is excellent.

Permalink Submitted by Ewan on Tue, 2024-01-23 08:41

well done.

Author Page at the 'Zon

Cooking = where my best ideas come from...

Permalink Submitted by Kris on Tue, 2024-01-23 10:06

Really enjoyed this... & I love to cook... my best ideas, creative moments, etc... are liv'n in the moment in the kitchen-totally relate....

lutefisk =