And now for today’s prompt! Today, I challenge you to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.  An abstract, philosophical kind of statement closing out a poem that is otherwise intensely focused on physical, sensory details. Happy writing!

Here’s my response.  I’ve been on a little holiday with some finer dining than we’re used to – not as fine as what’s described in this poem, but I’ve been inspired a little here by the poetry of ‘menu speak’.


Amuse-bouche of carrocino,
pate de foie gras
livers of plump geese
topped with quail’s egg
drizzled with truffle oil,
Scottish oak-smoked salmon
garnish of rich dark caviar,
velvet vichysoisse topped
with light foam of leeks,
saddle of Highland venison
with juniper berries and
a red wine reduction,
panna cotta with plum compote
finished with amaretto,
platter of French cheeses,
scattered with black grapes.

And the sun sets
over hills of Africa
as you stir the cookpot
with your thin hand.