Sunday, January 15, 2017

gorgonzola


















Gorgonzola
      a poem by Vicki Patschke

Stepping up 
to the counter 
I declare my 
menu choice.  
“Gorgonzola salad, please.”

“Gorgonzola?” 

“Yes, Gorgonzola.”  

A wondrous word
so guttural 
so satisfying 
on the tongue.  
Sometimes I use my 
deep, throaty voice
enunciating 
ever so 
slowly
 “GOR. . . GON. . . ZO . . . LA.”  

Sometimes I 
emphasize 
just one syllable. 
“GOR-gonzola.”   
“Gor-GON-zola.”  
“Gorgon-ZO-la.”

I savor the sounds.  
They tantalize my tastebuds 
and tickle awake my fantasies.  
They are the 
bold brash brazen 
syllables 
of Greek gods, goblins and 
dragon conquest.

The young barista 
oblivious to my glee
hollers back 
toward the kitchen
“One Gorgonzola salad!”

“With vinaigrette dressing?” 
a voice calls in reply.

“Yes!  Vinaigrette,” 
I say, 
stretching out the word.  
“V I - nai - G R E T T E 
dressing.  
On the side 
of my GOR-gon-ZO-la salad, 
please.”

2 comments:

  1. Love the poem and how you illustratet it !!!

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  2. Gorgonzola is a great word! I love this etegami, particularly the way you've used the corrugated card

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