constructing poetry

Cornish pasties

I wasn’t hungry
until the phone rang,
and the mean, smug voice
at the end of the line
told me she was
at the patisserie, smelling them,
buying one, putting one
into her mouth,
and my mouth watered with
anticipation, and I wanted one
NOW!

but England is so far away,
and in the Southern United States,
other foods rule (although
I’ve never really understood
the appeal of slime—
well, frying saves anything),
and I sat back and wished
for a pocketful of heaven
to warm my hands,
to feed me—

but I could just
listen to her chewing
at the other end of the line
and dream.

line count: 25

Prompt 15 ▼

Theme: Pick a snack or some kind of food you love that you CANNOT get where you are. A friend calls on her way to get herself some of what ever it is and now you really want some too.


Words to use: NOW!, mean, slime.
Forbidden words: ANY KIND OF FOOD.
Additional parameters: Title of poem is the specific food. (ONLY place you can use any type of food word.) At least 16 lines.