Prosecco, Prosciutto and Poetry
Poetry
First, he embezzled my heart, then he plundered my soul.
Still, it was hard for me to let him go.
One can only hope to catch a firefly
in a bottle
or see eternity flash
before the blink of an eye.
Love has taught me many things,
severely chipped and broken am I,
though you may not see a dent or flaw,
I will probably never learn
right from wrong
left from right
or who has loved me for myself,
while we are all twisted into knobs and knots
our secrets remain scattered in the wind,
our dreams tangled within the clouds,
basking in the purple rain,
so ask me once again what might bring love
to a random April night,
and I would have to say prosecco
prosciutto and poetry,
for how exquisite is the moment
when the silken moondust
wraps around my lips
and the stars that kiss the night.
grace notes: I find poetic inspiration in the simplest and strangest places, such as food … romance or heartache. For example, my family does not have ‘normal’ snacks, no, they love charcuterie boards or appetizers like stuffed olives or honeydew melon wrapped with prosciutto. That explains how random words, like prosciutto, flow into my poetry. Now you know what makes me tick.
Thank you to Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) and The Brain is a Noodle publication on Medium writing for such an inspiring place where food, creativity and writing reign supreme.
And just in case you were wondering: Prosecco is a sparkling white wine from Italy, Prosciutto is a flavorful, thinly sliced dry-cured ham, and Poetry is inexplicably sublime wordplay.
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