Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: “…Roark argues that the key to the success of Vuong’s poems is his particular ability to make the reader feel a poem as a visceral object, and not one that is removed or merely intellectual. …write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.”
It’s obscene just how much I enjoying making and tasting bacon. To express just how much, this poem called for two things:
- An appropriate format for a love poem: a bacon-shaped sorta-sonnet. As you do.
- Due diligence; as a bonus for fellow bacon-lovers, here’s a six-second treat gleaned from my research this morning. WARNING: FOOD PORN! May be unsuitable for vegetarians or anyone opposed to eating pork.
Splat slab on flat black hot.
Watch the taut loosen up.
Wait. Wait for the melted sizzle svitch.
Breathe in bitter spatter spots that blotch air and skin.
Wait. Wait for
urgent surges to and fro.
When fat ripples down below, count to six.
Then, only then, twist and flip and sniff. Let fizzle.
When done, one by one, wrap ‘em up and rub ‘em down;
release the grease with ease. Tongue flick
a bitty bit to savor the fine
Suck it stiff. Gnaw until flavor is drawn. Then,
only then, swallow and wallow, All gone!
by Elizabeth Boquet, April 2018