My relationship with food is a sensory experience. Fellow writing pals have sometimes commented that my writing often features a sensual tone, which is probably why I really admire ‘Chocolat’ author, Joanne Harris and the way she explores the emotional resonance of food.
Very recently one of my good friends, a very talented poet called Judith, sent me one of her latest poems to read (always a real treat) and part of my response to her included something along the lines of “… it reminded me of a gooseberry and raspberry tartlet with a spoonful of freshly whipped cream”. After which, she gave me a brilliant idea – for me to use poetry as part of my food blog. As a result, I’ve decided to include these two passions of mine, poetry and food, as part of my blog. I’ll be matching the dishes I’ve cooked, not with a wine recommendation (although that may happen from time to time) but with a suitably paired poem. If you’re interested to hear what kind of poem I think is best matched to a gooseberry and raspberry tart with fresh cream, then please read on:
“The great green YES that sweeps the days up one by one,
Unbuttons them and kisses spring into their bones –
the god of goldenrod and dog-rose, hawk and peewit –
Whatever this is called, the year is bright with it,
Fresh as watercress and hot enough to burn.
I’m hanged if I’ll be solemn. I am drunk on light.
That little bulb of bullfinch praising hawthorn,
The blackbird unlacing his dark song; both are lit.
It shines from mountain snowdrifts, calm and wild.
The year is bright with it, whatever it is called”
By Jo Bell