Saturday, August 29, 2026

Epulaeryu

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Mimi had done all the baking and cooking she’d needed to do to assist Tom ahead of the poetry slam, determined to enjoy it to the fullest.


Her muse had been mostly absent lately because of everything going on, but then she remembered something.  A poem called an epulaeryu, it is supposed to be about food, doesn’t have to rhyme, follows a syllabic pattern of 7/5/7/5/5/3/1, and the last word is how you feel about the food and has an exclamation point, making it really only one sentence.


Thinking back to the snack she had earlier, she went to work and came up with something to share, silly bit of nonsense that it was.


my thumb presses into the

yellow and green skin

i peel it back and breathe deep

smile at the sweet scent

savor the first bite

banana

joy!


In spite of a week which had been quite a week, she was happy to contribute more than just her presence to the evening.



Linking up with Denise at Girlie On The Edge Blog for the Six Sentence Cafe and Bistro Poetry Slam, and the cue is Word.     






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10 comments:

  1. I am sure your mom will have fantastic poems like her banana one..

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  2. A sensory packed poem, a piece perfect to wind up our Poetry Slam, Mimi. "... breath deep... smile..."

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  3. Ça c'est bon!*

    Glad to see you kick the page count over to #2 and, of course, your pome...
    and, to paraphrase an old song, "...a splendid time was had by all"

    *Full Disclosure: looked up Cajun word for outstanding/very good... and...and! the citation went on to include :"...but is used to describe food or experiences that are real good or outstanding." well, duh!

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  4. That is the first time I heard of epulaeryu poetry. I like how your poem ended with "joy". Bananas are delicious.

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  5. Wow, that poem says it all...if you like bananas! I like almost but not quite ripe ones,and sadly I find myself being prone to swollen lips and throat after eating them so now they are a nono unless they are cooked...as in banana bead or pudding.

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  6. No en tenia ni idea d'aquests poemes. Gràcies per compartir-lo!
    M'encanten els plàtans! ;-)
    Petonets, Mimi.

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  7. Charlee: "I would love a poem about food, especially if they are giving out free samples!"
    Java Bean: "Of poetry?"
    Charlee: "No, silly, of food."
    Java Bean: "Ayyy, of course."

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