Restaurant Poem

Over Appleby’s Salads
--June 13, 2009

Brown eyes look into blue eyes
familiar from forty years ago,
she and I shiver through
an unofficial reunion supper
on the night of the official one.

The blast of the a/c
makes us both wish
we had a sweater.

God help us,
we’ve turned into
our mothers.

--Barbara Malcolm

(c) Barbara Malcolm

Poetry Challenge for June 2009

Write a restaurant poem. Your poem may be based on the food, the waitstaff, or diners, or the people with whom you are eating.

Here are two examples from my book, Szechwan Shrimp and Fortune Cookies: Poems from a Chinese Restaurant.

egg roll

vegetables

and meat

wrapped

in the cozy embrace

of a pastry blanket

a lesson for us

on a cold night

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? says one.

He may be smarter than you think.

Wilda Morris


To take the poetry challenge, send me a poem (as a comment) by June 15, 2009. I will select one or more to display on the blog.

Enjoy these poems, the food at the restaurant, and writing a poem!

Wilda


(c)2009 Wilda W. Morris