Be it born to darkness and sacrificeTeaser poem about my upcoming novel. Not long now.
Or be it raised amidst love and hope
Those who dwell under light and freedom
Or those shackled to ways preordained
The cruelest curses stem from our greatest blessings
And yet some are cursed, so that others may be blessed.
I hope that soon you will all walk, love, run and creep, along the thin line between blessing and curse, in my upcoming contemporary(portal to be more specific) fantasy saga.
Disclaimer: Feel free to skip to the bottom if you are culturally or religiously disinclined to pork or beef. No offense intended.
For you, my curse; I make this meal
Dough – that I may pound out grievance
Salt – that all my words may sting
Onions – tears of release
Oil – to smoothe grudges
No milk, no eggs
Once, I met a girl who fell pregnant and thought her child was a curse. Who was forced to grow up quicker than any of her friends.
But oh how her curse turned to blessing!
Loved much more
Lets the flavours soak
Grill with a monk’s patience
And watch through that looking glass
The veggies will come near the end.
For you, my blessing; tastes of balance
There is a delicacy in Uganda; Of cow hooves and long waits
A four hour boil for this delicious delight
And for one who takes the time to make this meal,
they make it with greatest love and virtue
No spice but salt and maybe curry
All else are natural ingredients;
Onions, peppers, tomatoes and garlics(best to use only three of choice)
Then leave to a boil, adding water as the hours ebb by.
For you both; my curse, and my blessing,
I make ‘molokoni‘
A dish of healing.
There is a boy who had a simple dream; to be the best librarian he could be.
To work and live amongst books
But gig after gig, he was told, ‘Women only!’
And blessed to be male in a man’s world, the boy now felt it a curse.
I hope you enjoy this. Yes, I cooked that entire meal on my own, but don’t be alarmed, I didn’t eat everything alone.
It’s been a busy six months since I last wrote something for my Cooking And Poetry feature. Click the link to see previous posts. I hope to resume this feature on a monthly basis.
I included a couple of nonets(the shaped poetry with 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9 syllable count) for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday. Nonets are perfect for the passage of time, and in this case, the cooking process.
To read a fuller update on how I’ve progressed through the novel-writing process, and about a few other wonderful authors, check out Chris Hall’s Launchpad roundup.
Stay safe everyone, Stay loving.