1 pitcher water
From a failed wishing well
2 cups wild mushrooms
Where the sun never fell
1 cup dried seaweed
Where a ship has gone down
5 shoots green onion (chopped)
From a field
Where a victim was found
Salt to taste
From a seabed forgotten and dead
Add a share of the black sauce
A dash of the red
Heat together in a pot
From a childless kitchen
Stir on low for half an hour
To let the broth richen [yes, richen]
Add 1 cup wild rice
Knocked from stalks
In a pond of the drowned
Beat in 1 egg from a hen
That was killed by a hound
Find bowls and spoons
Left by lover untrue
...serves two
Monday
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This gets put with my favorites of your poems.
ReplyDeleteReal recipe. It's my own creation, and bizarrely the kids love it. It started out as sort of a 'Roan Inish' stew, and migrated in the direction of egg drop soup (for lack of tide pools to harvest ingredients from). The poem came into my head while I was cooking it, on a day when I seemed to be facing melancholy in everyone I encountered (myself included). I managed to tie in all the ingredients I used (without their morbid origins, although the salt label said it was gathered from an ancient sea deposit). And I really used rice noodles, but wild rice would be better for the mood.
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