Fall and Winter Elation by Erik Estabrook - HTML preview

Cooking (Petrarchan sonnet)

Just about right to quench the appetite

A banquet of words passionately learned

Roasted verbs and nouns, deep-fried metaphors

An amous-bouche to start up the mouth right

I’m ready to serve no plates in my sight

I need a dull-waiter now there’s cold words

I might be roasted oh so very slow

This needed to pop now we’re all out of time

Cocktails will stall, cocktails will save the day

When drunk as a skunk who cares about the food

I might impress with a wine 27 years best

I put the food on napkins for my tables

When gone is the food in style is the brew

The blood of my heart on full display.