The tavern crouched, low and dark,
against the constant chill
of an ocean breathing.
Deep brown planking,
black ironwork,
obscure golden ale windows
defying wind and surf -
curled like a grouchy grizzly
on a massive bed
of succulent iceplant.
Smelling within of old wood,
whispered echoes of last night’s diners
mulled with aged ciders and fireplace smoke.
We approached the empty bar,
a man trailing a little girl:
“A pint of your homemade bleu, please.”
Gently carried to car,
his bundle resembled a soft drink cup
with its lid.
Carefully, it was cradled
for an hour's drive home.
Shiny surfaces just cover chunks
reminiscent of exotic marble,
seamed with blue, aqua and green-gray.
Salty, savory, pungent:
dirty sock meets divine in
thick, creamy sensory
mink ...
sliding, crumbling
one unspeakable dram
at a time ...
thrilling tongue,
untwining into nostrils,
tickling deepest reach of ear,
sensuously enrapturing
palate, throat,
stalling swallow,
leaving stomach
to lament
its lack of taste buds!
Diane L. Busch
Author notes
dram: about 3.7 ml, or a very scant teaspoon
Prompt: Cheese
In a list
A contest entry
- Cheeses!!! #140 For Allpoetry held by Winklings with joy! by Ronald Wiseman.
1750 points, ended November 6, 2008, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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You make bleu cheese, something I despise, sound like an exotic, delicious delight, to be savored. Wonderbar!
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Your descriptive imagery is breathtaking! What an atmosphere you've built. I'm impressed, very, very impressed. Yeah.
Peace Georgia
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This is such an imaginative interpretation of the prompt. Very well done.
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