The Feast of Gloom
17 July 2014
IMELDA YABARA
Break the moon in half
rip down the stars
dine with me in this
half lit gloom
Let’s drink to dejection,
bottoms up,
relax in the ambiance
of hopelessness
be entertained by
the Wails of Misery
let’s hunt
the creature of Gloom
stalk it
chase it
corner it
kill it
Eat up
gorge my friend
GORGE
let the juices of hope
trickle down our cheeks
SWIPE them away
slurp up sorrow
ahhh sweet sweet despair
snack on despondency
more
more
MORE
for desert
our favourite bits
lick up
Pity Me
have a bite of
Poor Me
gulp down
Why me
Me, Me and Me
Imelda, after such a gastronomic gargantuum I hope your talents lend themselves to a repast of poetic pleasure drawn from the veins of delight and culinary bliss. Looking forward to the next interesting dinner invite.
Posted by: Robin Lillicrapp | 17 July 2014 at 04:59 PM
I love it! Especially the first two lines: “Break the moon in half / Rip down the stars”
Posted by: Pauline Riman | 17 July 2014 at 08:16 AM
Delicious wit, tasteful writ, and pungent with the aroma of dark humour. I like.
Posted by: Michael Dom | 17 July 2014 at 06:25 AM