Bitter tears are as ambrosia.
Sweet desserts go so well with death.
In the corner on a table covered in black velvet, oranges dripped
studded with vanilla, cinnamon and cloves. Childrens’ sighs and whines
echo in the shushing hall.
Regret smells the way highbeams blind a driver turning the corner.
Joyce warned me away from Lexington Avenue.
Regret has no smell.
Cornbread and brown beans with ham
make a good meal after the holiday feast.
That Ginger is headed for trouble, ’cause red hair
and freckles spell cancer and high blood pressure.
Oh yes, he was flat out like a lizard drinking.
The silent bells of fate reverberate in womb and casket.
Their tolling was as harsh as baby’s skin.
Ginger scrubbed off the freckles
and sold the auburn to the lizard.
Fairy Princess swept up all the crumbs,
baking them into tomorrow,
feeling he just might keep his promise.
When she opened her mouth, the careful saw
on her heart,
There is wisdom in unwilling suffering.
dono kurai kachi ga arimasu ka?
The cake gave the eulogy, and the tears danced
into night’s starry embrace
until dawn’s golden descant.
This poem came from an exercise in The Practice of Poetry entitled “Twenty Little Poem Projects.” If you’re interested in the prompt, go to Writing Prompts. It was a lot of fun.