Last week I posted about trying to define poetry. With Right Way Down coming out at the end of the month, I am putting lots of time into pondering how to spread the poetry word.
So when it came time to post today, I thought I’d continue the theme, and perhaps look at how else I could write about poetry. I thought I would write a found poem, or back out poem, and headed to dictonary.com to see what the definition of poetry might offer.
What it offered was a surprising twist. There were three possible definitions. The first two were fairly straightforward. But the third reminded me that we sometimes call things poetry when they have ‘ qualities that are suggestive of or likened to those of poetry’. And there, in italics, was an example: Marcel, that chicken cacciatore was an absolute poem.
Hmm. Not only did I instantly want to eat chicken cacciatore (it’s been a loooong time) but also, my brain wanted to make that cacciatore into an actual poem. So, instead of a poem about poetry, I ended up sitting down and writing a poem about cacciatore.
fills my nose
and all that rich rich goodness
on the stove.
Mamma has a recipe
when I looked
it was missing
the one key ingredient
I know she uses every time:
(Sally Murphy, 2024)
So what do cacciatore and poetry have in common? Everything! Carefully put together, with love, to fill up the senses – and, if they’re well made, leaving you wanting more, whether it’s right now, or tomorrow, or next week.
Me? I want more poetry right now, so I am off to check out the love-filled Poetry Friday roundup, which is hosted by the wonderful Carol. Afterwards, I just might be digging out my recipe book!