She wants Sunshine. It’s rather simple, she says. Feed me poetry or prose that dances wildly with the sun. Be literal… or metaphor your words away until sunshine is orange juice. I’m open, she says… just give me sunshine. All right, maybe Sanaa didn’t use those exact words… but that’s how my eyeballs read it to my heart. So here is my contribution to Prompt Nights – Sunshine (I decided to devour the sun and make myself shinier… and probably yummier 😉 4/15/16):
“I Ate the Sun with Some Nuts”
I slow cooked the sun,
stirred some nuts into the pot—
hot buttery yum
If a spring breeze kisses my skin
with susurrations of chill,
one pound of butternut squash
(boiled in three cups of salty broth
for twenty-one minutes)
will fill my middle with sunlight.
Cheddar and milk
might thicken the warmth,
but my gut growls at the thought.
I just blend the softened sun,
and pour the liquid gold into a pot,
to keep hot while I roast nuts…
pestle and mortar crush pecans.
Who would have thought that Butternut Squash Soup with Roasted Pecans could be so poetic? I’m telling you, my Wicked Luvs, write a poem a day in April and eat poetry…