How do you feel about anthropomorphized food?
I think I can. I think I can! On Day 20, from the ridiculous to the more ridiculous, I exercise my creativity the best that I can! Here, I quote every poets’ motivating force, Maureen at https://www.napowrimo.net: “And now for today’s (optional) prompt. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that anthropomorphizes a kind of food. It could be a favorite food of yours, or maybe one you feel conflicted about. I feel conflicted about Black Forest Cake, for example. It always looks so pretty in a bakery window, and I want to like the combination of cherries and chocolate . . . but I don’t. But how does the cake feel about it?”
Kielbasa Speaks to the Vegetarian of Polish Descent
You don’t fool me, Marisha!
You long for me more
than you will confess. Your
Grandma Krolczyk made us, all the
sausages, so tantalizing with
mustard seed and garlic.
Then, she smoked us with a
smoldering fire in the smokehouse.
Your Grandma Celia, more modern,
baked us in the oven as you know, and we
were still so tasty, but what do you care?
You long for me, desire me, imagine
me simmering with Kapuśniak for hours,
or browned in the iron skillet in butter.
Sometimes I was served with my friend
Barszca, those saucy red beets my
You do long for me, don’t you
little Marisha? Grandma Victoria
would not approve, but to
satisfy your longing, your desire for me,
could you try to eat Kielbasa of tofu?
Jacquelyn Markham (4/20/22)
Note: Marisha was actually my sister’s Polish name from our maternal Polish grandma.