Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Poetry Thursday: Red

This week's Poetry Thursday topic is Red. I kept looking for red this week but everything seemed grey and green. The only red I could find was the lines of brick rowhouses. And no poem was coming from there this week.

Then tonight I was making marinara sauce and thinking about the movie Mostly Martha (a favorite of mine) which tells the story of a chef. It has all sorts of beautiful food scenes in it. And I just recently found the main musical theme of the movie, which I also love. So I set to writing a food inspired poem to Country by Keith Jarrett on repeat. I think the poem may be trying to go in a few too many directions, but here's my offering for this week.


the tomatoes
swim out of the can--
fibrous hearts,
stringy and bloated

this is the beginning of destiny

they want to fall
in the lap
of an Italian grandmother
they want to be part
of the one true sauce

but it is only weeknight
trial and error
let’s get dinner on the table

the most ordinary fate
of tomatoes

this generosity of life
the garlic, the wine
the sticky pasta

that we wake up every morning



Blogger jen said...

this is what i mean..the mundane made magnificent.

it's beautiful.

11:47 PM  
Anonymous Dana said...

You had me at the first stanza. It's a little disturbing, and that's precisely why I like it. It's an image that really makes you stop and reread.

11:49 PM  
Blogger chiefbiscuit said...

I love this! 'fibrous hearts stringy and bloated' - wonderful image and so true! The tomatoes in the Italian grandmother's lap - it's all so good and so colourful - despite you saying the world you looked out on seemed grey; it seems there are always tomatoes - red and perfect for a rushed meal. Perfect for a poem full of flavours and images.

Loved reading your other poems too - catching up with your work was such a treat.

7:04 AM  
Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

tomatoes the beginning of destiny as they fall in the lap of an italian grandmother. Excellent.

8:16 AM  
Anonymous Brian said...

I like the contrast between the generations. The fact that time has become compressed and the past stretches out in a long continuous dinner.

8:24 AM  
Blogger Clockworkchris said...

Well I have to say Brian pretty much said it all. I just loved the poem and the idea of tomatoes was wonderful. Yet another poem where red was used in an unconventional way. Great job.

8:47 AM  
Blogger leonie said...

what a great use of this prompt. my mouth is watering and i can just imagine every tomato wanting to be part of the great sauce recipe!

10:28 AM  
Anonymous amy said...

I love poems about food! "They want to be part of the one true sauce" is my favorite part.

11:08 AM  
Anonymous Jorge said...

Would you have considered using squiggly red worms, and then the eventual effect they would have upon these juicy red tomatoes?

12:05 PM  
Blogger gautami tripathy said...

Mundane stuff ends up in poetry. Great take on the prompt!

1:06 PM  
Blogger Natalie said...

Those poor tomatoes...What a great poem, such a simple inspiration. They so are fibrous and bloated, great description.

5:13 PM  
Blogger January said...

Is poetry supposed to make you hungry? Just the good ones, I guess!

5:49 PM  
Blogger Rethabile said...

Tomorrow I'm having spaghetti swamped in sauce, all because of this.

6:39 PM  
Blogger strauss said...

"tomatoes swim out of the can" - Brilliant. I could imagine that so vividly.

7:00 PM  
Anonymous poet with a day job said...

I absolutely love "the one true sauce" it is so religious - just lvoe it. And I totally am dying over "the most ordinary fate/of tomatoes." really great.

8:00 PM  
Blogger wendy said...

this is very very good!

9:57 PM  
Blogger writerwoman said...

Love how you first made the tomotoes dreamers, longing for a special destiny, and how they ended up part of something everyday and ordinary. Very original.

12:43 PM  
Blogger twilightspider said...

This is delicious (literally and figuratively)! I have a penchant for humanizing wildly inappropriate things and I love seeing it done so well - those tomatoes didn't know what an honor it was to be made into your dinner.

1:13 PM  
Anonymous L. Monique said...

You ended this poem so perfectly... wonderful job this week. As another poet say, great job making the "mundane" magnificent.

2:26 PM  
Blogger Regina Clare Jane said...

Hee hee- I loved reading this... "they want to fall
in the lap
of an Italian grandmother
they want to be part
of the one true sauce"
This was just so eloquent and I don't know- heart-warming, if I may...
Inspired piece of writing here, Emily!

3:37 PM  
Blogger Jessica said...

It's already been said, but that first stanza with fibrous heart is a killer. I love the focus in this poem.

4:40 PM  
Anonymous Hel said...

Thank you a beautiful poem. I found many layers of truth in it.

It speaks to me about my story, the fear of the mundane, the wanting to be found by a wise old women capable of turning me into the one true sauce.

Yet here I am waking up to dinner on the table every night.

But if I'm nourishing a poet, and sometimes she stops and notices me, I am sneaking into the true sauce anyway.

2:08 AM  
Blogger Kimberley McGill said...

I've been up all night and now I am considering spaghetti for breakfast!Your personification of the tomato is brilliant. My grandmother was Italian and made all her own pasta and sauces -- tomatoes were lined up for miles to get into her kitchen!

9:26 AM  
Blogger Mary said...

I love that first stanza - "fibrous hearts,/ stringy and bloated." Well done.

10:22 PM  

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