Late served foodfor a single
girl about town
welcomes you
with open arms
Bursts on your tongue
in an explosion
of red chilli love
and wasabi charms;
Tempura thrills,
and the space
opposite
finds itself easily
and metaphorically
filled.
I wrote this at the Dojo noodle bar in town. Sometimes a girl needs to eat alone, and know the smiling face in the front glass window is her own. I am always passing by the weavings of others' lives, but from time to time I slide myself in to the picture, and taste the tastes through the looking glass. Back in hospital after the weekend for part two of the monoclonals, and I know I will be thinking of that sweet chilli dip and hot horseradish that are exploding on someone else's tongue.
Image: Stencil graffiti by Banksy
I totally love this because I so enjoy Japanese food and, of course, I could easily relate to every delicious bite.
ReplyDeleteI hope your hospital stay was not too bad, dear one...a big hug from San Francisco!
Your poem nourished me....I appreciate the moments. Hope you feel better soon!
ReplyDeleteNoodles and poetry - both are comforting. I hope your stay in the hospital will be a brief one, Shaista, and that you will be sitting at the Noodle House again soon writing your beautiful thoughts. I think of you every time I cook lamb - remembering you telling me how you wished you could have just one little bite. Thanks for admiring my strudel. It was the very first one I baked. So delicious. I wish I could share it with you.
ReplyDeleteAll the best,
Catherine
Dear Shaista, your poem paints a picture of your mind and at the same time reminds me to pause, taste and feel.
ReplyDeleteI hope your treatment goes well and recovery is fast.
You manage to feel the essence. I know it will come back to you when you need it next week.
ReplyDeleteHugs.
Beautifull poem:
ReplyDeleteit reminded me about a movie I used to love as a kid which was about a boy that had a red ballon, and everything except it was black and white in the photography.
You areright at the end it becomes hole
Hi Shaista! Beautiful poem - I love your image of "an explosion of red chilli love and wasabi charms". I hope you enjoyed the Japanese food :)
ReplyDeleteThis reminded me of the last time I ate horseraddish. I ate a few big bites and then regreted it. I had never tried the chilie coated type and it was REALLY hot.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing.
Tom Bailey
I love this.
ReplyDeleteKate x
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Beautiful poem! Japanese food is one of my favourites. Have a comfortable stay and be back soon!!All the best!
ReplyDeleteHope you'll be on the mend soon. Loved your girl with a red balloon.
ReplyDeleteHugs,
karen
Mouthwatering poem! I wish we had a noodle bar in our town. It’s good that you can get a taste of freedom to savor during your hospital stints. Best of luck with it.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem and yes, sometimes a girl does need to eat on her own.
ReplyDeletehope you are back at home and that the hospital stay wasn't too gruelling.
Beautifull poem, I am happpy to be able to catch up with your writtings at last. By reading this I could almost taste the salmon and wasabi mix in my mouth.
ReplyDeleteThank for that
I love this poem. I put a link to it from my blog so other people might read it. Thank You for sharing it:)
ReplyDeleteI love Banksy :)
ReplyDeleteMm I love solitary meals every now and then! And noodles are the best thing. Linguine carbonara - want the recipe? ;)
ReplyDeleteBonjour Shaista, wonderful "Girl with a Red Balloon". In so few lines you've wet our appetite for a solo meal and some of that red chili love.
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