Feast of Poetry

[alpharaposa]

Today, I am sending out invitations for a feast of poetry! I have volunteered to cook one dish for each of you. All you have to do is ask.

The rules:
1) Give me ingredients! Either three words for a theme, or a link to an image or video. Please keep words and links PG13.
2) Give me a recipe! Tell me what kind of poem you want. It can be as simple as a rhyming couplet, or as complicated as a sonnet.
3) One per person. Spread the word if you know somebody who would like their own creation!
4) Share! You can reprint or link to the poem, simply give me credit and link to my journal, please.

You can request a sonnet for your favorite lolcat, or a haiku for a sunset. Silly or serious. I promise to do my best.

I'm opening requests now, before I go to work. I won't start making poetry until tonight, when I get home. Please be patient- good food takes time.

Edit: And requests are closed! Thank you for those who commented. I'll be working on your poems in order.

Comments

[dakiwiboid.livejournal.com]

Honey, regret, sandalwood. A sestina, maybe, or if that form's a PITA, what you will.

[stryck.livejournal.com]

I made several attempts at a sestina, but I just couldn't get the leaven to rise. I hope that you enjoy your not-quite sonnet.

Luxuries

Bread is sweet when drizzled with honey
And sandalwood incense lends to the air
A delicious savor, perfumed with comfort.
Delightfully soft is the fur of a coney,
Like so many luxuries that I could wear.
Water over skin is a silken shirt.
I could bathe in warmth all day when it's sunny,
Drink honeysuckle and lavender from the air
Like wine, and thunderstorms for dessert.
Not all indulgences are purchased with money.
Some, like regret, are paid for with care
Diligently given to loss and hurt.
What price would you pay, what ransom give?
Your day to the past, or to the present, and live?