#NaPoWriMo2016 | Day 6 of 30. Write a Poem about Food

Rather than write a poem, I choose to share a piece of prose about food. The very art and science of planting, nurturing, harvesting, preparing, cooking and eating food has always fascinated me. I’m an avid foodie and love to taste and connect with different cultures in the seductive tongues of their spices, grains, vegetables, fruits, meats, etc.

[The piece below was previously published for thanksgiving celebrations in Oct 2015].

There’s something magical about cooking for beloved family and friends. All the clanging of crockery, the loud clunking of pots and pans. The spices floating up our senses and all around the home.

The excited chatter of young and old voices, the sly and naughty peeks into the many pots, still cooking on the stove; tasting a sauce here, a piece of meat there, a still-warm piece of bread, fresh out of the oven.

The beautiful colours of mixed vegetables and herbs and fruits, a splendour to the sight, the aroma of the juices from turkey and chicken and goat meat and sirloin beef…bare hands marinading and infusing the herbs and spices.

And that moment, you realize everything will taste wonderful, not because of the spices but because you hold each person in your heart and you pour in oil and waters of love into each bowl, ech pot, each pan. This is not merely cooking. This is a feast of love, of thanks, a dance of the harvest…

A celebration of the Earth and the Heavens and the stars and the beings orbiting and inhabiting it. Food becomes the medium of love.

In the end, it simply is an opportunity to capture a moment of magic, where we all pause to say: LOVE is the sustenance, family and friends are the reason for being, and GOD is the source of it all. And how blessed are we to be connected to him!

So today, as I get lost in the magic of cooking and cleaning, I celebrate my ALIVENESS. We are here. We are alive. We are thankful. I am grateful for love, all the different flavours and colours of it, even when it doesn’t make sense.

And I am thankful for the chance we all get to dance with angels and gods. Love illuminates. Entrenches itself in us and opens us up to really see life and be extraordinary. Celebrating and thanking God for these inexplicable gifts…..

Now, someone please pass me the salt, let’s cook up a storm of love! ~ Cyber-hugs, ❤ Jules

(C) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido


And now, our (optional) prompt! Today, I challenge you to write a poem about food. This could be a poem about a particular food, or about your relationship to food in general. Or it could simply be a poem relating an incident that involves food, like David Ignatow’s “The Bagel”. Still not convinced? Perhaps these thirteen food poems will give you some inspiration. Happy writing!