My family is at the beach for the 3rd day in a row. Me, I’m not at the beach, because I’m the burn-and-peel type, plus have you been at the beach? If you don’t go into the water, it’s all just …hot and cancerous. What I love best about these heatmaze summer days is the evenings, when the sun cuts us some slack and lights up the front of the dusk-clouds with rose and gold. When the air kisses us with a cool promise of evening breezes and the screens on the windows sway in and out so gently. When the cherry tree gasps a visible intake of relief when the water spray from the hose hits her in the legs. When there is nothing better than a long pull from the ice-cold water bottle sweating in the refrigerator, your throat tipped back and opened and the coldness of it splashing over your steamy insides. Summer is wonderful, but water makes it better; nothing, however, beats cold water.<\/p>\n
When you think about summer do you think about food? Sun-warmed wooden picnic tables, the kind with the twin attached benches, laid out with an al fresco feast of potato salad, watermelon slices, cold pickles, deviled eggs? A grill leaps to mind, mazy heatsnakes rising to dance above, carbonizing hamburgers and flagellated hotdogs swelling below. Drippy slippy ice cream cones licked round and round or raspberry popsicles, rocket pops, fudgsicles freckled with white ice crystals\u2014grab another napkin, dear!<\/p>\n
The prompt for Poetry Thursday this week was “food.” I don’t often follow the prompts given, because I’m awfully contrary and my own prompts are often too powerful to deny, at least when it comes to poetry. And also, I admit, when it comes to food. This poem, however obliquely it goes about it, seems to me to really be about food. Summer and food.<\/p>\n
The Chance To Love Everything
\nby Mary Oliver<\/b><\/p>\n
All summer I made friends
\nwith the creatures nearby\u2014
\nthey flowed through the fields
\nand under the tent walls,
\nor padded through the door,
\ngrinning through their many teeth,
\nlooking for seeds,
\nsuet, sugar; muttering and humming,
\nopening the breadbox, happiest when
\nthere was milk and music. But once
\nin the night I heard a sound
\noutside the door, the canvas
\nbulged slightly \u2014something
\nwas pressing inward at eye level.
\nI watched, trembling, sure I had heard
\nthe click of claws, the smack of lips
\noutside my gauzy house\u2014
\nI imagined the red eyes,
\nthe broad tongue, the enormous lap.
\nWould it be friendly too?
\nFear defeated me. And yet,
\nnot in faith and not in madness
\nbut with the courage I thought
\nmy dream deserved,
\nI stepped outside. It was gone.
\nThen I whirled at the sound of some
\nshambling tonnage.
\nDid I see a black haunch slipping
\nback through the trees? Did I see
\nthe moonlight shining on it?
\nDid I actually reach out my arms
\ntoward it, toward paradise falling, like
\nthe fading of the dearest, wildest hope\u2014
\nthe dark heart of the story that is all
\nthe reason for its telling?<\/p>\n
More delicious poems can be found at<\/b> Poetry Thursday<\/a><\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n The deadline for Mosaic Minds<\/a> is rapidly approaching, and as always, we are looking for poetry, prose and article submissions. If you’re a writer, why not send something in? The theme for the August 15th issue is “Time Warp” but only feature articles need to follow the theme, otherwise anything goes. Submission Guidelines<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My family is at the beach for the 3rd day in a row. Me, I’m not at the beach, because I’m the burn-and-peel type, plus have you been at the beach? If you don’t go into the water, it’s all just …hot and cancerous. What I love best about these heatmaze summer days is the evenings, when the sun cuts us some slack and lights up the front of the dusk-clouds with rose and gold. When the air kisses us with a cool promise of evening breezes and the screens on the windows sway in and out so gently. When...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[28],"class_list":["post-1203","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general","tag-poetrythursday"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1203","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1203"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1203\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5208,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1203\/revisions\/5208"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1203"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1203"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1203"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}