Poetry Soup

[Sherry Thrasher]

First in a well oiled eight quart pan
toss several couplets of iamb,
heptameter and lines
enjambed. Extend conceit (or metaphor)
with a quart of myth to stretch form
while stirring in the assonance,
limerick, satire, and romance-
Then if required, add paraphrase
and irony to adjust taste.
Reduce the heat; add simile,
an epigram, a pastoral scene
as each stressed Haiku takes a pause
for lyrics bubbling monologue.
Refrain from epic cooking times
hyperbole, and perfect rhyme.

[Sherry Thrasher]

This is my attempt at extended metaphor. I have really been challenged to leave the place that my logical mind resides and go to here two unlikely subjects marry and hopefully are a good match.

I was going to write about memories and mail. Specifically, memories as yesterday's mail. My professor thought that memories and mail was a small leap but poetry and soup...?
Anyway, my take and recipe. I am required to turn this in tomorrow evening and would appreciate comments, especially those on my distasteful punctuation.

Thanks,
Sherry

[mfwilkie]

Love this!!!

Will be back for a closer look later tonight!!!

Magpie

[mfwilkie]

Sher,

This has great possibilities.

What if you turned this into a Modern Sonnet?

In your original, I think you were trying to introduce too many tools of our trade into the soup.

I'd concentrate on marrying the idea of the act of cooking more closely to the poetic terms.

I had some fun with this.

What about using this for your title?

What To Do When you Find Yourself With a Draft of Bouillon.


In a well-oiled eight-quart pan
brown several couplets of heptameter pacings enjambed with substitu-
tions. At this point,
quarter the conceit

to extend the meat-aphor
(Consider amending the simmering stock with an introduction of myth)
Add a dash of assonance and
one cup of paraphrase to clarify dramatic irony. And then!

Introduce a sprinkling of pastorals as if
they were similes for the seasons.
While each undressed-Haiku imbibes a glass of wine,
bring the lyrics to a bubbling monologue, and reduce.

Keep an eye on epic-cooking times
otherwise you could end up with hyperbole poached in perfect rhymes.

I'm sure I just flunked extended metaphor; this was such fun, but I'm sure you get my consomme. ;D

Magpie

[Sherry Thrasher]

Crystal clear! Do you know the history of consomme? The King (Henry, I think) asked his chef to create a food in his (the Kings) image. The chef pondered, and pondered and pondered some more (probably thought of losing his head) and came up with consomme. When the King looked into the bowl, the soup was so clear that it reflected his image. Interesting, huh?

Sherry

[mfwilkie]

I know they made clarified broths in the Middle Ages, but heard the bit about Henry as a 'believe' what you will'.

Sounds like a clever cook who wanted to keep his 'head'.

[Sherry Thrasher]

Easy to lose it in the kitchen.