Ode to Bacon
How you lend
yourself
to others,
enhancing even
the sweetest fig
in your embrace
over coals,
or consider
your rendered
self, how it
deepens flavor
with piggish
essence, coating
or absorbed,
blended or
sopped. O belly
of delight, o wonder
of tongues,
how could I not
love you
and your infinite
charms, even
when you resist
my efforts and
shoot sizzling bits
of yourself
onto my naked
hands? I pay
this toll
gladly,
today and
next year
and all those
days to follow,
till the last piece
is swallowed
and our sun
goes dark.
Hyperbole
becomes you,
smoked beauty,
salted love,
and I shall never
put you down
or leave you
behind
on a plate
to be discarded
or forgotten,
unloved.
“Ode to Bacon” first appeared here in July 2017, thanks to T.S. Wright’s challenge.
I’m a bacon lover – ty!
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Mmm. Bacon!
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Haha good one!
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Thanks, Jay.
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Just about to make some with brussels sprouts…(K)
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Mmm!
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Mouth-watering poetry!
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Thank you, Jazz. No bacon tonight, but there will be a little pancetta! 🙂
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This one goes to my son, who is an unapologetic swine eater. He will love it!
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I can’t help but love bacon…
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I feel like pairing this with the picture book, Everyone Loves Bacon by Kelly Dipucchio, LOL
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And a nice glass of dry red!
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