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Ode to Cheese

As a tribute to this blog, I enjoyed some of the photo props for lunch.

When I was taking an advanced writing course with Sue Reynolds and James Dewar, we were called upon to write poems as part of the curriculum. I’ve mentioned before that I’m not a writer of Real Poems, so I broke out in a bit of a sweat. Then they threw in a twist. Not only were we to write a poem, but after the poem was finished we were asked to change the nouns into verbs, verbs into adjectives, and adjectives into nouns. That may not be the exact pattern, but you get the idea.

Okay … well … I didn’t have much choice but to give it a try, so I began pondering my dilemma. At last, I decided to do a light-hearted answer to Chesterton’s lament that few people have written poems about cheese.

For whatever it’s worth, here’s a chance for you to enjoy, or at the very least, read the results:

CHEDDAR

“Poets have been mysteriously silent
on the subject of cheese.”
G.K. Chesterton

Glowing orange in the afternoon sun,
a wedge of cheddar reigns,

out-shining its companions:

the milk
some crackers
and wrinkled sweet gherkins.

A snack so simple,
so wonderful,
so hearty.

Why don’t I do this more often?

Lovely and loved.
Delicious and divine.

There you go, Mr. Chesterton,
a poem about
beautiful, orange,
thick chunks
of
cheddar cheese.

* * * * *

And the “translation”:

CHEDDAR

“Poets have been mysteriously silent
on the subject of cheese.”
G.K. Chesterton

Magnificent shining in the fade brighten,
an inventor of luxury lounges,

out-gleaming its mimics:

the dunk
some flatten
and sculpted damp synthesize.

A supply so simplicity,
so unfussiness,
so brighten.

Why don’t I delicious this more cheese?

Taste and morsel.
Food and heart.

There you easy, Mr. Chesterton,
a compile about
light, shining,
weight splices
of
luxury indulgence.

* * * * *

So, there you are. Put that on your cheese board and cut it!

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Phyllis writes words: words for stories, and words for books. Phyllis writes words for blogs too.

7 thoughts on “Ode to Cheese

  1. Once again I enjoyed reading your ode to cheese
    I came from a family that really enjoyed our cheese. ( and we still do!)
    My dad grew up in Peterborough where his parents had a grocery business and I am sure cheese must have been a big seller.
    By the time I was growing up, my grandpa had passed away and my uncle took over the store.
    My dad had to go back from time to time on business but always on the way home he would stop in at the cheese factory which I think was in Warkworth.
    He would come home laden with many parcels of various cheeses wrapped in brown paper and curds which we would delight in until the next trip he made there.
    Isn’t it funny how reading something like your post today, brings back a flood of memories for your readers of their own experiences
    Thanks for sharing your poem!

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