The June poetry challenge is to write a restaurant poem. It could be about the menu, the food, the décor, the people with whom you are eating (or imagine you are eating), the cooks or waitstaff, or others being served.
Here are two examples from my book, Szechwan Shrimp and Fortune Cookies: Poems from a Chinese Restaurant.
Send your submission as a comment by June 15. I will select one or two poems to post on the blog.
Good eating – and good writing!
Wilda
egg roll
vegetables
and meat
wrapped
in the cozy embrace
of a pastry blanket
a lesson for us
on a cold night
Wilda Morris
Office Lunch for Five
Four men eat, listen and laugh
as she complains about her husband.
He fussed that I didn’t do laundry
last night and he has a million shirts.
Anyway, he’s a guy—no one cares
what he wears. I work full-time too
but he does nothing around the house
except sometimes sweep a little.
It’s easier just to do things myself—
anything he does, he does badly.
The men laugh again. It’s working
for him, isn’t it?
Wilda Morris
(c) 2009 Wilda W. Morris