Eat Me

(for Rachel)

I’m checking the time to discover if I’m
still here in this world… or the next.
I had a strange dream of a rather mad party,
where everyone’s hearty, garishly dressed
and no-one cares what the time really is!

It wasn’t the curmudgeonly Queen of Hearts,
who made the best tarts in the world;
it was you… you in your Aylesbury towers,
bestowed with legendary supernal powers;
with the touch of Midas and an aura of gold.

Borne from the seed of Theobroma Cacao,
and a sprinkling of crunchy insanity,
this is so… not ordinary cuisine!
But I followed the map to the treasure;
found the chest with its cargo of pleasure.

When the seal on the box was abused,
the aroma that my nostrils infused
was dispersed with supernatural force;
a galloping horse wouldn’t alter this dream
of sweet nasal candy that tilted my beam!

Ingredients, exceptionally ordinary things,
you can pluck from the shelf, any time,
but an invisible choir of angels sings,
transfiguring sweet chocolate and butter,
wheatflour and walnuts, cocoa and eggs…

…into a heavenly whole; an alchemy
that intoxicates every part of my soul;
inducing paroxysmal sensory excess,
unendurable joy, premature heaven;
Oh dear sweet Hestia, let me die now!

I would offer myself as a sacrifice
if only for one more palatal explosion;
an olfactory refrain from my culinary angel
and that prettily decorated large brown box,
with unseen invitation written on top

that says…

…”eat me”

© 2011 John Anstie

About PoetJanstie

“Life is short and art long, the crisis fleeting, experience penniless and decision difficult” ~ Hippocrates. As a young man, John was sporting and fit. It was then as much his recreational therapy as a cappella harmony singing, music, walking in the hills and writing is now. Playing Rugby Union for over twenty years, encouraged in the early days by a school that was run on the same lines and ethos as that famous Scottish public school, Gordonstoun, where our own headmaster had been as a senior master. This gave shape and discipline to a sometimes precarious early life. His fitness was enhanced not only by playing rugby, but also by working part time jobs in farming, as a leather factory packer and security guard, but probably not helped, for a short time, selling ice cream! His professional working life was spent as a Metallurgical Engineer, Marketing Manager, Export Sales Manager, Implementation Manager and Managing Director of his own company. Thirty five years spent, apparently in a creative desert, raising a family, pursuing a career and helping to pay the bills, probably enriched his experience, because his renaissance, on retirement, realised a hidden creative talent as a writer of prose and poetry. He also enjoys music, with a piano and a fifty-two year old Yamaha FG140 acoustic guitar. He sings bass in three a cappella harmony groups: as a founding member of a mixed voice chamber choir, Fox Valley Voices and barbershop quartets. He is also a member of one of the top barbershop choruses in the UK, Hallmark of Harmony (stage name of the Sheffield Barbershop Harmony Club), who, for the eighth time in 41 years, became UK Champions in 2019. He is also a would be (once upon a time or 'has been') photographer with drawers full of his own history, and an occasional, but lapsed 'film' maker. In his other life, he doubles as a Husband, Father, Grandfather, Brother, Uncle, Cousin, Friend and Family man. What he writes is sometimes autobiographical, often political, sometimes dark and frequently pins his colours to the mast of climate change and how a few humans are trashing the Earth. In 2013, he published an anthology of the poetry (including his own) of an international group of poets, who met on Twitter in 2011. He produced, edited and steered the product of this work, "Petrichor Rising", to publication by Aquillrelle. His sort of strap-line reads: “ iWrite iSing iDance iChi iVolunteer ”
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7 Responses to Eat Me

  1. phoenixrisesagain says:

    Woa I want those brownies ~ that poem is amazing and makes me grave for chocolate (which I can not eat at the moment anyway as I am not allowed to eat any sugar for months 🙂 ) will read your poem instead!!!!!!


  2. You get chocolates I get gobstoppers..sometimes life just aint fayre..haha,Great piece John..It fair made me mouth water.


  3. Rachel Lucas says:

    Oh my goodness….for once, John, I am completely speechless. And slightly teary. And so incredibly touched by this amazing tribute! I can’t wait to show it to my family….thank you, thank you, thank you. Will think of something more eloquent to say, I hope…after the sweet shock has worn off! xx Rachel


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