Now You are Cooking with Hope—Etheree #W3

‘Hope.’

That is

Exactly

What I thought you

Were gonna tell me.

Hope is a thin slice of

Lemon to make a meringue.

I hope you got more than that, or

We are going to have one weak pie.

Who, the hell, starts a bakery on hope?

***

An etheree is a ten line poem where the first line has one syllable, the second has two, and so on until you have ten syllables on the tenth line. You can learn more about the etreree and other poetic forms at Shadow Poetry. Check it out here: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/etheree.html

I wrote this poem in response to David’s poetry challenge at Skeptic’s Kaddish. His prompt for Wea’ve Written Weekly is to write a poem with the word ‘hope’ in response to the poem that he has posted here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/05/04/w3-prompt-1-weave-written-weekly/

His poem is a hopeful one about leaving an old job for something better to come. Mine is a skeptical one about starting a new business that seems destined to fail.

October Poem 51: Cowboy Chili

I write in the kitchen and the words come

As the darkened leather of dried chilies

Their seeds shaking like maracas until

Cut open and poured into the old ice

Cream container where the scraps are kept bound

For the compost heap to be spread in the

Garden. To come up as volunteers. To

Be cut down as weeds. And the chilies are

Chopped and then ground into powder, added

To other spices, and boiled with dried

Tomatoes and chopped steak for several

Hours before they are ladled out to

The page to be read alone or with cheese,

Onions, and a dollop of sour cream.

 

 

Orange

August Poem 37: Melissa Click

Over cooked. Words and fire in the pan.

Preaching truth to power. Not brown enough.

The schoolyard fragrant with words and wind as

You were hoping it was. The doe eyed gal.

The joints. A grave. Oil and flour all

Medium heat had worked. Not brown enough.

Just toss in the vegetables. The oil

To the fire. The doe eyed gal with her

Muscle. Fragrant. Flagrantly so. Don’t

Walk away. Peaceful in our safe space.

But threatening to burn. Not brown enough.

At a point where Asian reporters have

Contracted white privilege. If you’re not black,

You must know that you are not brown enough.