Day Twenty
on APRIL 20, 2022
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Hello, everyone. I’m finding it hard to believe, myself, but as of today, we are two-thirds of the way through Na/GloPoWriMo 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? But how does the cake feel about it?
Well, I can’t tell you how the cake feels
but tell I can of the prostrate Plate
who came this close to suffocating
under fatigue of delinquent weight.
Plate knew this cake, like forest carpets
roils rich chocolate, silk tiers piled high;
between which nuzzle pitted cherries,
maraschinos—in sweet liqueur steeped
add volume in sugary grammage.
And when it came to whipped cream frosting
people tended to annihilate
hence that black cake that was too heavy,
like a tortilla flattened Plate’s face.
With every slice, the cake gets lighter
and the knife scratches a nagging itch
then a gap affords it a breather
to wiggle its nose or blink or wink.
But this one, bought by Lady Maureen
sat unattended day after day
and of the cake, only the dark shards
seemed to have disappeared fast before
the whole black forest cake wed the trash.
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Thanks for reading my contribution to Anthropomorphism.
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You’ve made me hungry! 🤣 Love this, Selma 💕🙂
Aww. Thanks. Glad for this reaction. xoxo
I think I know how that plate must feel. My daughter made the most delicious chocolate cake for Easter–laden with moose and decadent chocolate icing. My scale now knows the weight of that cake, too. Lovely!
Hehe. Decadent, heh! It tastes so delicious when someone you love makes these. Hehe. Love this comment. XoXo
Enjoyable read!
Thanks Ruth. I bless you. xoxo
It would not have gone into the trash in my house! 😅💖
So true of mine too. Never in the trash. That would have defrocked the priest in my hometown and made me feel like a sinner. For sure. For sure. Yummy 🤤
Haha – good one Selma 🤣
This is so fun to read Selma..❤
Aww. Glad you enjoyed it. xoxo
Some foods do overwhelm. (K)
Right? They’re too much for their own good. Haha. *licks her fingers* thanks for the comment, K 💗
Eating it would have gone to my waist and trashing it would be a waste 😃 enjoyed reading this fun poem Selma!!
Aww. Thanks. Was fun to write. Xoxo
LOL…poor Plate! I prefer my homemade angel food cake served with lemon glaze and raspberries 😉
Poor plate indeed. Angel food cake sounds light and fluffy. How delicious. Thanks, Lynn. xoxo
Gosh, I’m salivating profusely while reading this!😍
And did you see the photo in the link? Decadent! Those things should be banned— NOT! Haha. Delinquency! Thanks for the comment. Glad for this reaction. Xo
I love black forest cake. If it’s banned, I might have to smuggle it.
Selma, there are so many layers to this! (puns are fun) I was pulled in by your first stanza and never left. Well done!
I’m so glad I held your interest. You’re lovely. I just read little secret. Adored. Love the encouragement. Xoxo
Thank you, Selma. 🥰
Ah, the poor plate! Was it complaining because it wanted the cake for herself! Lol
Love it, Selma! ❤️
Could be. But first she wanted it off her face. Haha. Thanks for reading. XoXo
My mom who grew up during the “Great Depression” used to say, “We don’t throw away food.” That goes double for chocolate cake. Sometimes the freezer works to keep me from over-indulging.
Like I said to Ingrid, I’d never do something like that: it would defrock my homegrown priest and make a sinner out of me.
Food is precious. 😉 your mom taught you well. XoXo
Thanks. It’s fun to be creative with leftovers, too. 🙂
Indeedy! 💗
Amazing imagery, Selma. I do love cake. 💞
😜 chocolate, perhaps?! Hard to resist. Happy writing Jeff. Your poetry rocks and suits me every time. I probably don’t say it often enough, but now you know. XoXo
Yeeeessss, please. Chocolate cake is the best. Indeed, it is hard to resist. Awww, thank you, Selma. I’m honored. Reading you is always a delight. xoxo
Enjoyed this Selma. Poor plate, I’d say!
Hehe 😜 the plate. P(a)lat(t)e. You rock, Ma’am 💗
Great poem Selma, my sympathies to the plate 😊
Thanks. I’ll pass the sympathies along. xoxo
I want to eat a cake after reading this haha… Beautiful piece ❤️
Me too 🤣 🍰 make mine chocolate 😝
I like the same 😃
This is so good, amazing perspective 💛
Aww. Thanks, my sweet. I appreciate the comment. xoxo
And now my mouth is watering! What a delicious write, Selma <3 nomnom