Archives: Poems about Food

Poetry Friday: Chocolate Haibun

Thanks to Liz Steinglass for hosting the Poetry Friday round up this week!

I’m posting my Poetry Friday offering early this week. I’ll be traveling on Friday, visiting the niece and nephews mentioned in the poem below.

This is my first attempt at a haibun. It has also been forever since I shared a “random conversations” post. I wanted to capture the way an everyday moment (shopping) transformed into a moment of unexpected connection with a stranger. Haibun — because of its leap from prose to haiku — seemed a good fit. Has anyone else tried the form? What do you think about its hybrid style?

Cheer Down
By Laura Shovan

A quick stop at the local chocolatier. It’s Hanukkah, and I’ve had my eye on their white chocolate unicorn lollipops for my niece and nephews. What would be a brief transaction – customer, clerk – shifts when a George Harrison song begins to play. He is our favorite Beatle. Under the banter, recognition that each of us is settled down, grounded and calmed, by the same music.

Dusk on Main Street
Gray light, brown bag
Saffron truffles

A herd of white chocolate unicorns.

If you are ever in Maryland, the chocolate shop is Sweet Cascades in Old Ellicott City. Their truffles are divine.

And if you’d like to listen to George perform the song referenced in my poems title, you’ll find him here.

See you next week when it’s my turn to host Poetry Friday. I’m attempting Mr. Linky for the first time. Fingers crossed!

School Poetry Workshops: A Second Helping of Food Poems

Last weekend, I visited my home state for NerdCampNJ. (Hey, Jersey! Looking good.) There’s no better way to spend a rainy Saturday than surrounded by educators, authors, and super readers.

At NerdCampNJ with members of the Sweet 16s debut author group (L to R): Isabel Bandeira (Bookishly Ever After, YA), Kristy Acevedo (Consider, YA), Melanie Conklin (Counting Thyme, MG), me with my button-covered lanyard, and Kathy MacMillan (Sword and Verse, YA).

One of the highlights of my day was co-leading a workshop: Building Literacy with Poetry and Books in Verse. You can find notes from the workshop here.

I met two wonderful poet/authors.

Beth Ain’s new verse novel is IZZY KLINE HAS BUTTERFLIES. It’s a great book for kids who enjoyed reading THE LAST FIFTH GRADE. It has an upper elementary school setting and an inviting voice. Izzy is working through real life problems with humor and thoughtfulness. (Beth has a very cool writing activity that supports developing emotional intelligence. There’s more info at her Instagram account.)

Available July, 2017.

Emma Otheguy’s debut picture book in verse is MARTI’S SONG FOR FREEDOM a biography of poet and activist José Martí. You can read more about Emma’s book here. I’m a huge fan of picture book biographies and this book is gorgeous. The story is told in Spanish/English poems by historian Otheguy.

I still had a taste for food poems, since my Northfield 3rd Grade poets described their favorite delicacies so well. That’s why, for my part of the NerdCampNJ workshop, I walked teachers through the Mystery Food exercise (find it here) and shared the mentor text, “Good Hotdogs,” by Sandra Cisneros.

Stop by Margaret Simon’s blog, Reflections on the Teche, for more Poetry Friday poems, reviews, and posts.

Thanks to the Northfield 3rd grade team and families for giving me permission to share students’ food poems with our Poetry Friday community. Let’s read more poems focusing on using imagery of the five senses.



Kelly’s poem is filled with tactile details about chocolate.

Poet: Kelly J.


Brown and smooth
Comes in different tasty flavors
With sweet smells
And chewy sounds
It’s crunchy and juicy
With it mostly hard
Sometimes there are bumps
Sometimes there are cracks
They don’t taste as delicious
If they are all melted.

The milky bites in my mouth
Remind me of cake
Chocolate cake is
Creamy and
All mushy.


Can you hear the rhythm and near-rhymes that Benjamin plays with in this fun poem?

Poet: Benjamin W.

Bubble Gum

Stretchy fun blow a bubble
When it pops blow again
Lost its taste get another
Ran out buy another
Any kind, get some color
Crank it up, taste the sugar
Add some mint, make it smell good
Hear the sound when it pops
Change the color, blue green pink


I like the pet cameo at the end of Zola’s poem about chocolate.

Poet: Zola G.


On the shelf at Aldi’s
Milk chocolate
Just waiting to be
After my dinner of
Potatoes, broccoli, and sausage,
I ask the sometimes
Devastating question
“Can I have a chocolate bar?”
“Yes, of course. You
Ate real good.”
I run over to our candy cupboard
Which some people think
Looks like Mr. Willy Wonka’s
I grab my chocolate and
Sit down to eat.
The sweet, creamy taste
Is awesome on my tongue.
Gnocchi looks up at me and
Then the chocolate.
It’s poison for dogs!
I won’t give her any! All for me.


Annchi’s poem tells a whole story. Have you ever gone fishing for your dinner? I have.

Poet: Annchi L.

Fried Fish

A rock around
On the bank, I sit
Only me and Dad
My hand holds a fishing pole
The bait is worms.
I can feel the worms squirm in my hand
As I put them on the hook.
Holding the fishing pole I swing my arm
I sit there waiting, talking with my dad
Suddenly, something pulls and tugs.
I pull the string with all my might
Beads of sweat doll down
There I battle with the fish
Like playing tug-of-war with my friends
My dad helps, with one tug
The fish gives up.
Two against one.
I bolted back to home.
My mother fried it,
Sizzling in the pan,
I gobbled it up, a meaty flavor
I spit out all the prickly things
At my brother.
I run back to the bank, wanting for more!


Isabella’s poem had me drooling.

Poet: Isabella H.

Chocolate Peach Crêpe

In Canada, we go snow tubing.
Me, my cousins, grandparents, Mom, and Dad.
Afterwards, we eat the perfect French
Delight. Cling, cling, go the coins. I watch
The baker place the batter on the pan.
She spreads it flat and talks to us.
She plops on the big, juicy peaches,
Drizzles on the chocolate, scoops on
The ice cream, and rolls it up. When I see
The plate, it is white and plain…
Until she adds the crêpe. It’s thin,
Soft and creamy. Oops. It’s gone.
I gobbled it down.


I like the way that Nieve listened closely to the mentor text and incorporated ideas  from “Good Hotdogs” into this poem.

Poet: Nieve T.


Cheesy golden brown saucy
Two dollars for a piece
We arrive to the shop
Cheesy, crunch
Crust is golden brown
“Crunch, crunch, crunch”
Smells like olives and cheese
Grease dripping down
I hum
We drive home.
I save none for my sister
Golden brown crust.
Yum! That pizza was so good.


Max and I had a good chat about our favorite hamentashen flavors. This cookie is a traditional Jewish food, enjoyed during the spring festival of Purim. Haman is the villain in the story of Esther, which is retold and acted out at Purim celebrations.

Poet: Max S.


Flatten that dough
Circled out
Put some Nutella in the circle
Folded into a triangle
Hardened and heated
Yummy cookie and Nutella!
We eat Haman’s hat.
Bad Haman.
Smooth brown Nutella
In Haman’s hat.


This is another poem with great energy. Kali shares the anticipation of waiting for a favorite food.

Poet: Kali L.

Papa’s Special Pasta!

Every summer
Once a year
Saucy, sweet
Red sauce
Boiling water
Come, come on
Everyone it’s here
I can smell it
Come on
Five people here
Waiting on two
Come on Come

Our last workshop at Northfield will be persona poems. Look for those next week.

Check out the previous posts in this School Poetry Workshop series:

School Poetry Workshop: Haiku Hike, May 12, 2017
School Poetry Workshop: Food and the Five Senses, May 19, 2017

2016 Found Object Poem Project: Day 15

Hello, Found Object Poets. I am enjoying a long cappuccino break while another blogger takes over today’s hosting duties.

icaaicidFOUND: Coffee Mug

Don’t choke on that frothy beverage! We are still writing and sharing today.

You will find the Day 15 Found Object Poem Project post at Heidi Mordhorst’s blog, My Juicy Little Universe. Thank you, Heidi!



Street Art in St. Louis


I’ll see you back here tomorrow for Day 16. Be sure to leave your Day 15 responses at this post.

2016 Found Object Poem Project: Day 14 and Week 3 Prompts

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone. We’ve made it half-way through our month of daily writing! My gift to you today isn’t hearts and flowers … it’s the Week 3 FOUND OBJECT prompts.

It’s Day 14 of our 2016 daily write-in. As you know, this year’s theme is FOUND OBJECTS. We have a new writing prompt for every day in February. The object of this project is to turn off our inner critics, play with a daily writing practice, and share the results in a community setting.

For those of you who are new to the project, please read my introductory post. You’ll find more information and all of the Week 2 FOUND OBJECTS at this post. At the end of the month, I’ll have prizes for the most frequent contributors. However, there’s no obligation to write every day. Drop in as often as you like.

Before we dive into something yummy, I have some Valentine’s Day news for you all. Middle grade author extraordinaire Lynda Mullaly Hunt is running her annual #MGAuthorsLoveTeachers Valentine’s giveaway. In a big show of love for teachers, Lynda and some MG author friends are giving away a HUGE package of middle grade books, including The Last Fifth Grade of Emerson Elementary, to one lucky educator. Stop by Lynda’s post about the contest for more information.

I’m going to hold off on posting mid-point statistics, because we’ve got a lot to do today.

Now, let’s nosh on some found object poems.

dianeFOUND: Hot Potato

We’ve spent a little bit of time talking about the different categories of FOUND OBJECTS in this project. So far, our prompts have represented functional objects, art, toys, nature, and food. Today, we have an object from our last category: Signs.

This one was contributed by Diane Mayr. I’m sure it has some stories to tell.

Sonnets have long been used as expressions of love and romance. Violet Nesdoly’s Valentine’s Day poem is no exception.

Sonnet to a Potato
(with apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning)

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee boiled, peel-mashed, deep fried as chips
in gravy drowned, sweet, baked, spiced hot with dips.
I laud thee for thy subterranean days,
thy secret growth all hidden from sun’s rays.
Fair starchy flesh thou’rt comfort to my lips.
Thy calories they fortify my hips.
Sweet staple nightshade fruit, I give thee praise
for skin of white or yellow, russet, red
for Yukon Gold, Kerr’s pink, purple or blue.
Thou giv’st thyself in pancakes, latkes, bread
skins, salads, hash browns, scallops, soup and stew.
Though sometimes named tater or spud instead
To thee, Potato, this sonnet is due!

~ Violet Nesdoly


Jessica Bigi is also using a form and elements of the list poem in her response today. Here is her acrostic poem:

Loaded Baked Potato
By Jessica Bigi

L icks
O lives
A vocados
D ill
E ndive
D elicious

B uttery broccoli beckons
A vocados
K ale cheesy chili
E ndive
D elicious

P otato
O nions
T omato
A luminum foil
T easpoon of salt
O ven baked smiles


Need a break from all that deliciousness?

When I looked at today’s FOUND OBJECT, I thought of the phrase “pomme de terre.” I studied French in middle and high school and remember thinking how lovely it was to call a plain old potato “apple of the earth.” But when I went to look up the phrase, I stumbled upon a ghost town: Pomme de Terre, Minnesota. Here’s the poem I’m working on:

Pomme de Terre, Minnesota
By Laura Shovan

All that remains
is the brick school house.
They laid the railroad
some distance to the north,
and picked another town
for county seat.
Even the potatoes
the town takes its name from
died on the vine.
What French travelers took
for pomme de terre
was wild turnip root.
Apple of the earth
this town was once.
Now its fruit
has gone to seed.


The Loaded PotatoCarol Varsalona has some comfort food digital compositions for us. You can find them at Beyond LiteracyLink.

Pierced by arrows of love
filled to the brim
a salty masterpiece-
comfort food
on a wintry day.

Here’s an important invitation from Carol: “I also would like to invite the bloggers of this community to the ISTELitChat next Sunday night at 9pm EST. I will be guest moderating the chat. The topic is the Power of Poetry. I know that this group of writers have powerful voices that should be heard via the chat. Happy Valentine’s Day!”


Here’s another poem that has me laughing today, from Heidi Mordhorst, who is hosting our project tomorrow.

Loaded Language

“Does this potato come with any toppings?”
“Lady, that’s a loaded question.”

“Whoa, that baked potato must be loaded!
Look at his white stretch limo!”

“Get a load of Baked Potato–
she thinks she’s so fancy in her cream-colored coat,
butter pat hat and her chives-and-cheese
statement necklace.”

“Baked Potato’s been down at Benny’s Bar & Grill all night.”
“Yep, he’ll be heading home loaded again…”

© Heidi Mordhorst 2016


The title of Diane Mayr’s poem says it all.

Valentine’s Day Cheap Date
By Diane Mayr

Cards come stuffed with hugs and kisses,
but on Valentine’s Day my fondest wish is
for a fine baked potato loaded, please,
with butter, bacon, and a half-pound of cheese.


Linda Baie says, “I guess it’s the times that made me go the way I did, a little funny, a little sad.”

Society Woe – Mistaken Identity

They heard some words about
a potato loaded.
The lady at the back screamed out, so loud.
He said ‘twas from the kiosk at the corner,”
but all he felt was turmoil from the crowd.

Again, he mentioned “loaded” to the people.
This time, they froze, raised hands high in the air.
He laughed and shouted, “Wait, you’re all misguided;
this is a tater, not a shooter. Don’t despair.

His over-loaded, steaming baked potato
cheered those who had felt foolish and mistaken.
“Whew!” they answered, then asked about the butter,
then sour cream, the shredded cheese and bacon.

He answered this by pulling out his package
The odor swirled, and everyone cried “MORE”!
People need to listen well to others,
especially to a stranger at the door.

Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved


My grandmother used to tell stories about baking potatoes in the campfire. Jone MacCulloch’s poem took me back to those stories.

Potato Bake

around the campfire
in the embers
foil wrapped
like aliens

we play
hot potato
when ready to eat

© 2016 Jone Rush MacCulloch all rights reserved


Mary Lee Hahn writes, “I ignored the potato and went with LOADED, in a trio of haiku snapshots.”


moisture-dark clouds
snagged in winter-bare branches —
freezing drizzle

bedding, towels, jeans,
shirts, socks, underwear, sweaters —
laundry marathon

all that was not said
hangs suspended by a thread —
proceed with caution

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016


In a way, I feel like all of our poems were odes today. Here is Donna Smith’s version.

Ode to a Loaded Potato
By Donna Smith

Oh, potato,
humble one,
Our relationship
Is over-done;
I cannot have
Another taste
If I want to still
Reduce my waist.
And so baked friend
I say to you
A fond farewell –
So long, adieu.
Maybe someday,
When I am able,
With rekindled love
And reset table
I will indulge with
Sour cream,
Crisp bacon bits
And cheesy stream.
But for now
My love must wait;
I flirt with celery
On my plate.


One more ode! This one is from Charles Waters of the blog Poetry Time.

By Charles Waters

Oh you vitamin stuffed nutrient.
Be still my heart you
starchy, mineral,
power packed carbohydrate.
Whether mashed, baked, roasted,
drizzled in olive oil,
sprinkled with sea salt,
seasoned with garlic, basil,
dill weed, oregano and more …
My tummy is thankful
for your nourishment.


Molly Hogan says, “As soon as I saw this photo, the words to the counting rhyme ‘One potato, two potato…’ popped into my head and wouldn’t release their grip.”

One potato
Two potato
Three potato

Dig a fork
into the skin
let steam escape
each pore

Drop a pat
of butter on
or broccoli

Load it up
with sour cream
melted cheese
and more

Shovel in
a steaming bite
A flavor to

One potato
Two potato
Three potato

by Molly Hogan


As promised, instead of candy hearts, I’m leaving you with the Week 3 FOUND OBJECTS to savor. We will have three guest hosts this week. Thank you to Heidi Mordhorst at My Juicy Little Universe (tomorrow — Day 15), Donna Smith at Mainely Write (Day 17), and Jone Rush MacCulloch at DeoWriter (Day 20) for helping out.

Ready, writers?


DAY 15 PROMPT contributed by Heidi Mordhorst (February 15 at MY JUICY LITTLE UNIVERSE)

Street Art in St. Louis

DAY 16 PROMPT contributed by Carol Varsalona (February 16)


DAY 17 PROMPT contributed by Donna Smith (February 17 at MAINELY WRITE)


DAY 18 PROMPT contributed by Jan Godown Annino (February 18)

deer skull

DAY 19 PROMPT contributed by Mike Ratcliffe (February 19)


DAY 20 PROMPT contributed by Jone Rush MacCulloch (February 20 at DEOWRITER)


DAY 21 PROMPT contributed by Matt Forrest Esenwine (February 21)

Leave your writing in the blog comments (feel free to post a poem or response in the comments of any project-related post). Be sure to note which day/prompt your poem or prose short goes with so I can post it on the correct day. Send in your writing ANY TIME — early, late. As long as I receive it by February 29, it will be posted along with the object of the day.

Perfect attendance is not a requirement of this project. Write and share your work as often as you like, even if it’s only once. The goal is to practice and share, not to polish, and certainly not to aim for perfection.

Interested in what we’ve written so far? Here are links to this week’s poems:

Sunday, February 7
FOUND OBJECT: Blood Letting Knife
Poems by: Diane Mayr, Jessica Bigi, Laura Shovan, Catherine Flynn, Linda Baie, Molly Hogan, Carol Varsalona, Mary Lee Hahn, Matt Forrest Esenwine, Charles Waters, Donna Smith.

Note: You will find links to all of  the Week 1 poems at this post.

Monday, February 8
Poems by: Laura Shovan, Jessica Bigi, Heidi Mordhorst, Carol Varsalona, Linda Baie, Margaret Simon, Donna Smith, Diane Mayr, Joanne R. Polner, Kay McGriff, Molly Hogan, Mary Lee Hahn, Catherine Flynn, Jone Rush MacCulloch, Charles Waters.

Tuesday, February 9
Poems by: Molly Hogan, Jessica Bigi, Linda Baie, Violet Nesdoly, Carol Varsalona, Mary Lee Hahn, Donna Smith, Laura Shovan, Diane Mayr, Jone Rush MacCulloch, Catherine Flynn, Kay McGiff, Charles Waters, Margaret Simon.

Wednesday, February 10 at Reflections on the Teche
Poems by: Diane Mayr, Patricia VanAmburg, Jessica Bigi, Molly Hogan, Laura Shovan, Charles Waters, Buffy Silverman, Catherine Flynn, Linda Baie, Carol Varsalona, Violet Nesdoly, Heidi Mordhorst, Donna Smith, Mary Lee Hahn, Margaret Simon, Jone Rush MacCulloch.

Thursday, February 11
Poems by: Diane Mayr, Carol Varsalona, Laura Shovan, Linda Baie, Violet Nesdoly, Donna Smith, Jessica Bigi, Mary Lee Hahn, Matt Forrest Esenwine, Margaret Simon, Catherine Flynn, Jone Rush MacCulloch, Charles Waters.

Friday, February 12
Poems by: Patricia VanAmburg, Diane Mayr, Jessica Bigi, Margaret Simon, Mary Lee Hahn, Donna Smith, Jone Rush MacCulloch, Catherine Flynn, Linda Baie, Carol Varsalona,  Matt Forrest Esenwine, Laura Shovan, Heidi Mordhorst, Charles Waters.

Saturday, February 13
Poems by: Diane Mayr, Laura Shovan, Jessica Bigi, Margaret Simon, Linda Baie, Mary Lee Hahn, Donna Smith, Carol Varsalona, Catherine Flynn, Jone Rush MacCulloch, Charles Waters.

2016 Found Object Poem Project: Day 12

It’s Day 12 of our month-long daily writing project.

This year’s theme is FOUND OBJECTS. For those of you who are new to the project, please read my introductory post. You’ll find more information and all of the Week 2 FOUND OBJECTS, which are our writing prompts, at this post.

Two notes today:

First, with so many poets participating regularly, I want to make sure I capture and include everyone’s responses. If I have missed yours, please leave me a note in the comments.

Second, I encourage you to go back and read past day’s poems. We’ve had some late joiners, including Charles Waters, who is catching up with us! You’ll find his and other poems added to each day of our project.


FOUND: Cream? Meringue?

Today’s writing prompt, though clearly in the food category, is difficult for me to identify without taking a taste. Our found object was contributed by Poetry Friday blogger Buffy Silverman. We’ll have to ask her to solve this mystery.

I expect we will see some tasty poems today, everyone.

Today, I decided to try an exercise from a favorite book: FEG: Ridiculous Poems for Intelligent Children, by Robin Hirsh. You take a word (I chose CREAM) and then run that word through all of its vowel sounds. My word list was: CREAM, CRAM, CREME, CRIME, CHROME, CRUMB. Next step, use these as the end words of a poem.

I ended up with an ode to the best cannoli of my life, from Presti’s Bakery in Cleveland. Hmm… maybe I wonder if they ship to Baltimore. This could be the perfect birthday treat.

Ode to a Presti’s Bakery Cannoli
By Laura Shovan

When I found you hanging out in a chrome
plated bakery, I knew your greatest crime
was this: I could only eat one ricotta-cream
filled pastry. Oh, much as I wanted to cram
my mouth with more, I ate not another crumb.
I shall return, my cannoli crème de la crème.


Diane Mayr was thinking about birthdays too, with today’s senryu.

sixty-sixth birthday…
the cake frosting loses
its fluffiness


After those sweet treats, Patricia VanAmburg had me laughing with her contribution.

But Lard?
By Patricia VanAmburg

Butter cannot match your
Tallowed repository
Layered lobes of fat
Derogatory term for derriere



Photo: Jessica Bigi

Once again, Jessica Bigi created a lovely shape poem that I’m unable to capture here. Apologies!

Writing my name
In sparks of light
Dragon breath colors
Circle night’s sky

Fireflies light our
River bridge
Dad and I can
Hardly wait

Old fashioned vanilla ice-cream
Scooped into root beer
Frosted mug, icy mushes
On the Fourth of July

by Jessica Bigi


Mary Lee Hahn says, “This poem should be subtitled ‘Fun with the thesaurus.’ I took Violet’s advice and let loose with some FUN today!” Is anyone else singing Cole Porter music along with this poem?

You’re the Icing on the Cake

You’re the best
you’re the bomb
you’re the highest supreme

you’re king (or you’re queen)

you’re the finest
the greatest
the premier and prime

you’re the jewel in the crown…
we’ll keep you,
You’re fine.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015


We were definitely in the mood for Italian food today. Donna Smith writes, “A pantoum this morning…coffee anyone? I have no idea if this is what it is, but this is all I could see! Time to make the coffee! And for some unknown reason I thought, hey, why not write a pantoum before you wake up?”

Hot Mocha with Whipped Cream, Please

O’er the frothy brew
Floating peaks of cream
What would be my due –
On roiling mocha stream.

Floating peaks of cream,
Like little white sailed ships
On roiling mocha stream
Greets my waiting lips

Like little white sailed ships,
What would be my due
Greets my waiting lips,
O’er the frothy brew.

©2016, Donna JT Smith, all rights reserved


PoetrylisciousPlease stop by Carol Varsalona’s blog Beyond LiteracyLink to read more about her response to today’s object.

I like the way Linda Baie acknowledged, then stretched beyond, the food imagery with this prompt.

A Picture Can Bring Many Thoughts

This snowy space lures like icing on a cake,
but don’t suggest it may be sweet.
I feel it only in my imagination,
a dream-whipped cold-
more than sunshine cold for skiing
or snow drift cold for red cheeks and snowball fights,
and snow-fluff cold for making angels.
This cold freezes eyes open, nostrils shut;
teardrops form frozen waterfalls on the eyelids.
This cold makes the news.

Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved


Matt Forrest Esesnwine has “A little sweet haiku” today. I like the play on words here.

Left, right swivel, sway
sideways, sugar’s circle-steps
dance, sweet merengue

© 2016, Matt Forrest Esenwine, all rights reserved


Heidi Mordhorst is in with a poem filled with dreamy, creamy, delicious imagery. Well, her blog *is* called My Juicy Little Universe.

snow moon full cream
by Heidi Mordhorst

when somewhere
water bound in ice
under the crust of the moon
when someday
water breaks from ice
up to the dust of the moon
it mounds to this:
canyons and craters
soft peaks of moon rock
swirling and moist
seas of
clouds of vapor
islands of nectar
oceans of
sweet serenity
tranquil fecundity
snow moon full cream
deep space

Catherine Flynn says, “Everyone has made me very hungry, and I’m really craving a root beer float thanks to Jessica. My poem for Day 12 is also food related, as Buffy’s photo reminded me of the cream cheese frosting I make for red velvet cupcakes.”

Set before me on a plate of cranberry glass,
cupcakes; moist, velvety mountains
suffused with rich, dark, chocolate,
cloaked in billowy clouds
of velvety icing,
sweet and smooth,
a gift of love
from you.

by Catherine Flynn

There are so many ways to enter the poem as we begin writing. Jone MacCulloch says, “I knew it was food but needed to pretend otherwise.”


could it be?
froth of a coffee drink?
wet porcelain from a potter’s wheel?
whipped frosting on yesterday’s birthday cake?
shaving cream when Dad use to shave?

could it be?
microbes dancing on a pin?
the moon as bubbly brie cheese?
toothpaste sculpted by toothbrush bristles?
feathers of an owl magnified?

© 2016 Jone Rush MacCulloch all rights reserved

Charles Waters had my attention with “coconut  milk ice cream” with this poem.

By Charles Waters

Vanilla coconut ice cream,
unsweetened cocoa powder,
coconut whipped cream, almond milk,
My gut growls even louder.
Chilled brewed coffee, dump it in,
whip up this frosted confection.
Pour it in a frigid glass,
Vegan milkshake perfection.


Margaret Simon sent in this poem about a dessert she had in Italy. She writes in, “When I traveled to Italy I was on a quest for the best tiramisu. In the small town of Orvieto a young girl told me her mamma made the tiramisu. A memory moment of deliciousness. ”

Gelato Flowers
By Margaret SimonLick your fingers
Taste of rum
Runs over my delicate tongue
Mi mamma made with her heart and a touch of Orvieto flowers.


See you tomorrow for Day 13.

Interested in what we’ve written so far? Here are links to this week’s poems:

Sunday, February 7
FOUND OBJECT: Blood Letting Knife
Poems by: Diane Mayr, Jessica Bigi, Laura Shovan, Catherine Flynn, Linda Baie, Molly Hogan, Carol Varsalona, Mary Lee Hahn, Matt Forrest Esenwine.

Note: You will find links to all of  the Week 1 poems at this post.

Monday, February 8
Poems by: Laura Shovan, Jessica Bigi, Heidi Mordhorst, Carol Varsalona, Linda Baie, Margaret Simon, Donna Smith, Diane Mayr, Joanne R. Polner, Kay McGriff, Molly Hogan, Mary Lee Hahn, Catherine Flynn, Jone Rush MacCulloch.

Tuesday, February 9
Poems by: Molly Hogan, Jessica Bigi, Linda Baie, Violet Nesdoly, Carol Varsalona, Mary Lee Hahn, Donna Smith, Laura Shovan, Diane Mayr, Jone Rush MacCulloch, Catherine Flynn, Kay McGiff, Charles Waters.

Wednesday, February 10 at Reflections on the Teche
Poems by: Diane Mayr, Patricia VanAmburg, Jessica Bigi, Molly Hogan, Laura Shovan, Charles Waters, Buffy Silverman, Catherine Flynn, Linda Baie, Carol Varsalona, Violet Nesdoly, Heidi Mordhorst, Donna Smith, Mary Lee Hahn, Margaret Simon.

Thursday, February 11
Poems by: Diane Mayr, Carol Varsalona, Laura Shovan, Linda Baie, Violet Nesdoly, Donna Smith, Jessica Bigi, Mary Lee Hahn, Matt Forrest Esenwine, Margaret Simon.

2016 Found Object Poem Project: Day 2

It’s Day 2 of our 2016 daily write-in. This year’s theme is FOUND OBJECTS. Thanks to all of the poets and writers who contributed objects for our daily prompts.

For those of you who are new to the project, please read my introductory post. You’ll find more information and all of the Week 1 FOUND OBJECTS at this post.

IMG_2405On to Day 2. As I was going through potential prompts, I noticed a few themes developing among the objects we found. One category of FOUND OBJECTS is interesting food. Since we’re focusing on using all five senses in our writing this year, food is a perfect way to get our sensory imagery flowing.

Found: Fancy Produce

Today’s object(s) was sent in by Mary Lee Hahn of the blog A Year of Reading. I’m guessing Mary Lee found some farmer’s market treasures to share with us.

Let’s start with Mary Lee’s response today. You can also find this poem at Mary Lee’s blog.

Ode to Summer Produce

I realize now, in the grey shrivel of winter,
I took you for granted.

Your abundance overwhelmed me.
Your spectacular crunch became ordinary.

How I long for your vibrant colors!
How I miss your ripeness!

Seed packets dance in my dreams.
(Shovel, hoe, trowel and water jugs hold their peace.)

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016

One of my favorite things to cook, especially in the fall and winter, is soup. Jessica Bigi’s poem really warmed me up!

Vegetable Soup
By Jessica Bigi

Green peppers
Egg noodles
Tomatoes salt
Alphabet noodles
Bay leaf beats
Lentils leeks
Elbow macaroni

Summer squash
Onions oyster crackers
Unbelievably delicious
Parmesan cheese smile

children's exhibitFans of Poetry Friday will recognize Diane Mayr’s style in this art/poem creation. Diane says, “Mary Lee’s vegetables reminded me of the veggies exhibited at the Topsfield Fair this past October.”

children’s exhibit…
a decided irreverence
for vegetables

By Diane Mayr

Molly Hogan’s poem for today is filled with great action verbs. Check out her blog post about the poem here.

A rainbow of vegetables
Cascades across the cloth
in a vegetable tangle
Richly hued glossy skins
and upright stems
like jewels from a casket
in burnished splendor
glistening with ruby lights
and polished emerald hues
A garden offering.

Soon the sharpened knife
will slice crisply
piercing taut skins
chopping, dicing, mincing
exposing seeds nestled deep in the core
or scattered throughout the flesh
carving out slivers and slices
on the scarred cutting board
stained with pooling juices
a stew?
a soup?
a sacrifice.

by Molly Hogan

I’ll never forget a visit to the farmer’s market, when the Pepper Man gave my young son a chocolate pepper to taste. He ate the whole thing like an apple, to the farmer’s amazement. I’m in with a short rhyme today.

Chocolate Pepper
By Laura Shovan

Looks like candy,
crunchy, sweet,
glistening in summer heat.

Cooking and eating are closely tied to family traditions and memories, as we see in Linda Baie’s pepper poem.

Yesterday in August

I remember my grandmother
pulling peppers from the vine.
Baskets full, washed at the pump,
then slice and fill the jars–
her winter’s garden.
That day, we kept some to taste.
They’re crispy water,
ready for salad,
lunch on the summer porch,
fan whirling overhead.

Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved

Speaking of families and food (and poems), Matt Forrest Esenwine left an adorable note with his poem today:

“My 2-year-old is demanding my attention, so it’s a haiku today!”

sunlight pierces morn
refracts through rows of raised beds
vegetable prism

– © 2016, Matt Forrest Esenwine

Wow. Check out the playfulness in Margaret Simon’s pepper poem. I love it, and this comment: “I am composing on the yellow notepad on my laptop. That way I don’t feel there’s as much of a commitment to excellence. This one was just fun playing with the sounds of words.”

By Margaret Simon

Peppers purple
peppers green

I see ya, eggplant
think you’re hiding
in your shiny skin?

Market days
are silver dollar days
when fresh is
as fresh does.

Make me a salad,


Great to see Charles Waters cooking with us today.


Dicing peppers
slice, slice, slice.
Chopping carrots
clop, clop, clop.
Roasting turnips
crack, crack, crack.
Washing lettuce
scrub, scrub, scrub.
Salting eggplant
dash, dash, dash,
Grinding tatters
mash, mash, mash.
Now it’s time to take a seat,
yes, it’s time to eat, eat, eat!

(c) Charles Waters 2016 all rights reserved.


Finally, my dear friend and critique partner Jennifer Lewis is joining us!!

Market Fare
By Jennifer Lewis

The musky scent of summer’s gifts,
Arrives solicitous, upon the wind,

Gazes adrift consume the view,
As organic rainbows suffuse,

Joyful laughter ebbs and flows,
Crimson juices southward goes,

Melodies contour their staff,
As mothers sway, bounce and tap,

Fill your bag and fill your soul,
There’s more at market than escarole.


Donna Smith of the blog Mainely Write says, “My childhood memories of my mother’s vegetable garden – from which we could freely eat any time of day.”

There Was a Rainbow

There was a rainbow
– Rose from earth –
Drawn from my mother’s hands
And we could pick those colors sweet

©2016, Donna JT Smith, all rights reserved


You’ll find Carol Varsalona’s digital design for this poem at her blog, Beyond Literacy Link.

Market Day

Summer’s a’coming!
Vegetables galore-
fresh riped-pick
not from the store.

Foods I adore!
©CVarsalona, 2016


Jan Godown Annino’s poem is about the vegetables, but also about our poems today.

The image could grace a posh food magazine.
And now I’m ready for a crisp salad.
This fresh mixed salad of poems is tasty.
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See you tomorrow for Day 3.

If you’d like to read what we’ve written so far, here are links to this week’s poems:

Monday, February 1
FOUND OBJECT: 100 year-old mailing box
Poems by: Diane Mayr, Molly Hogan, Mary Lee Hahn, Linda Baie, Jessica Bigi, Margaret Simon, Laura Shovan, Matt Forrest Esenwine, Catherine Flynn