Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #54
The Mountain Man Was Eating
by Belinda Roddie
The mountain man was eating a big bowl
of jambalaya - juicy shrimp, thick strips
of chicken, spice galore burning each hole
in his face (nostrils, mouth, all the tidbits).
He looked up from his meal and saw an elk
staring forlornly at his plate of food,
its eyes sunken within the tawny silk
of fur, its teeth snapping. It seemed to brood
over the fact that this man had dinner
and it did not. The mountain man held up
the dish and let the steam blow and simmer
to let the wild animal start to sup.
But elks do not eat seafood, usually,
and this elk could not stand so much spicy!
by Belinda Roddie
The mountain man was eating a big bowl
of jambalaya - juicy shrimp, thick strips
of chicken, spice galore burning each hole
in his face (nostrils, mouth, all the tidbits).
He looked up from his meal and saw an elk
staring forlornly at his plate of food,
its eyes sunken within the tawny silk
of fur, its teeth snapping. It seemed to brood
over the fact that this man had dinner
and it did not. The mountain man held up
the dish and let the steam blow and simmer
to let the wild animal start to sup.
But elks do not eat seafood, usually,
and this elk could not stand so much spicy!
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