It was a long while before I took a chance
to taste the dirt umbrellas of my youth
as they sat there on the plate in
their dung coloured glory, swimming in
the pale liquid of their demise.
It was easier to gulp down the
sharp sweetness of the addictive toxic squares
that greeted my mornings,
to savour the sting of artifice
in the quiet moments before school.
I wanted to share a poem that I wrote at the workshop I attended recently (on Food Poetry) at the “West End Food Festival” here in Vancouver, B.C. We were challenged to change the name of common foods in our poems and as a group we came up with some pretty interesting new names – I chose to write about ” dirt umbrellas/mushrooms” and “addictive toxic squares/pop tarts” as well as try to capture a childhood memory!