Eat Me

(for Rachel)

I’m checking the time to discover if I’m
still here in this world… or the next.
I had a strange dream of a rather mad party,
where everyone’s hearty, garishly dressed
and no-one cares what the time really is!

It wasn’t the curmudgeonly Queen of Hearts,
who made the best tarts in the world;
it was you… you in your Aylesbury towers,
bestowed with legendary supernal powers;
with the touch of Midas and an aura of gold.

Borne from the seed of Theobroma Cacao,
and a sprinkling of crunchy insanity,
this is so… not ordinary cuisine!
But I followed the map to the treasure;
found the chest with its cargo of pleasure.

When the seal on the box was abused,
the aroma that my nostrils infused
was dispersed with supernatural force;
a galloping horse wouldn’t alter this dream
of sweet nasal candy that tilted my beam!

Ingredients, exceptionally ordinary things,
you can pluck from the shelf, any time,
but an invisible choir of angels sings,
transfiguring sweet chocolate and butter,
wheatflour and walnuts, cocoa and eggs…

…into a subliminal whole; an alchemy
that intoxicates every part of my soul;
inducing paroxysmal sensory excess,
unendurable joy, premature heaven;
Oh dear sweet Hestia, let me die now!

I would offer myself as a sacrifice
if only for one more palatal explosion;
an olfactory refrain from my culinary angel
and that prettily decorated large brown box,
with unseen invitation written on top

that says…

…”eat me”

© 2011 John Anstie

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About PoetJanstie

As a young man, John was fit and sporting. Playing Rugby Union for over twenty years, encouraged in the early days by a school that was run on the same lines as Gordonstoun, giving shape and discipline to a sometimes precarious early life. This fitness was enhanced by working part time jobs in farming, as a leather factory packer and security guard, but probably not helped, for a short time, by selling ice cream! His professional working life was spent as a Metallurgical Engineer, Marketing Manager, Export Sales Manager, Implementation Manager and Managing Director of his own company. Thirty five years spent, apparently in a creative desert, raising a family and pursuing a career, probably enriched his experience, because his renaissance, on retirement, realised a hidden creative talent as a blogger and poet. He also enjoys music, with a piano and a forty-five year old Yamaha FG140 acoustic guitar. He sings bass in three singing groups: as a founding member of a mixed voice chamber choir, Fox Valley Voices; a member of one of the top barbershop choruses in the UK, Hallmark of Harmony (the Sheffield Barbershop Harmony Club) and a mixed barbershop quartet, Needle & Fred. He is also a would be (once upon a time) photographer with drawers full of his own history, and an occasional, but lapsed 'film' maker. In his other life, he doubles as a Husband, Father, Grandfather, Brother, Uncle, Cousin, Friend and Family man. What he writes is autobiographical and very often pins his colours to the mast. In 2013, he completed an anthology of the poetry (including his own) of an international group of nine poets, who met on Twitter. He produced, edited and steered the product of this work, "Petrichor Rising", to publication by Aquillrelle.
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7 Responses to Eat Me

  1. phoenixrisesagain says:

    Woa I want those brownies ~ that poem is amazing and makes me grave for chocolate (which I can not eat at the moment anyway as I am not allowed to eat any sugar for months 🙂 ) will read your poem instead!!!!!!

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  2. You get chocolates I get gobstoppers..sometimes life just aint fayre..haha,Great piece John..It fair made me mouth water.

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  3. Rachel Lucas says:

    Oh my goodness….for once, John, I am completely speechless. And slightly teary. And so incredibly touched by this amazing tribute! I can’t wait to show it to my family….thank you, thank you, thank you. Will think of something more eloquent to say, I hope…after the sweet shock has worn off! xx Rachel

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