pa amb tomàquet
a perfectly constructed crust
is halved and sliced
soft, slender, rustic
cracked of Catalan wisdom
toasted under the Barcelona sun
oiled with the green, fresh garlic
august, pungent rubbed
into the empty yeasted pores
the sharp crumb, boar tusks,
peaks of wheaten teeth
grate ample tomatoes
ripe from the thirsty vine
sweet, bursting, ripping
the flesh, tearing its body
upon the body of the bread
a massacre of summer
weeps and seeps into all
craving, yearning, moaning
for the golden green drizzle
of pressed, hard cold pressed
a virgin glistening with desire
never touched, dripping,
leaving lines of lusty olives
across the fresh offering
oh — but you didn’t stop
you culinary creator
the fresh flaked roman salt
hard snowflakes to salivate
you crushed, crumbled, cast
upon the lot, a forbidden song
a taste I still long
your slippery crunch
your Michelin toast
your tomato bread.

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Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt:  Day Twenty-Seven:  write a poem in the form of a review. But not a review of a book or a movie of a restaurant. Instead, I challenge you to write a poetic review of something that isn’t normally reviewed. For example, your mother-in-law, the moon, or the year 2020 (I think many of us have some thoughts on that one!)

30 Poems in 30 Days

All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck

…. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.