Wake up your poetry brains with 15 Words or Less (guidelines here)! Please note: I won’t be available to comment on this week’s poems. I hope you’ll still have fun participating, though!
Photo: Laura Purdie Salas
On our way home from our drum corps show last night in Mankato, MN, (where I got to see my writer friend Terri DeGezelle) we stopped at Happy Chef, an all-night diner we ate at last year, too. Cinnamon French toast–yum. Anyway, this 20-foot-tall statue struck me as quite creepy, and from inside the restaurant, looking out the window, it looked like the Happy Chef was giving everyone the finger! Outside, it was obvious he wasn’t. But he still creeped me out a bit.
This picture makes me think of:
1. A knife-wielding homicidal maniac.
2. How smiling statues always look wrong. (And I don’t like the Mona Lisa, either.)
3. All the interesting and bizarre statues you see outside restaurants in small towns or rural areas across the country.
Here’s my poem first draft!
Prisoner
Frozen smile
Statued chill
Joy cannot
Be bound–held stillEternal mirth:
Bitter pill
–Laura Purdie Salas
What does this picture make YOU think of? Whatever enters your mind, jot a quick 15 words or less poem and share it in the comments! Remember, your poem doesn’t have to describe the actual picture. Feel free to comment on each others’ poems and tell what your favorite part is:>)
beware!
the happy chef
dancing
a jig!
beneath
those human clothes
observe!
a pig!
CANNIBAL’S DELIGHT
My name is Chef Drew
Tonight’s dinner?
YOU.
(c) Charles Waters 2012 all rights reserved.
SAD STATUE
Moldy plastic,
Non-elastic,
Situation?
Drastic.
(c) Charles Waters 2012 all rights reserved.
Pillsbury redux
doughboy, woe-boy,
where you gonna go, boy?
highboy, lowboy,
kick ’em in the toe, boy.
Love this!
Thank you, Catherine!
Remembering Disco
They sang too high
with necklines too low
but they sure had fun
dancing.
Happy Chef,
frozen-in-time:
knock-kneed,
beady-eyed,
plastered mime.
Did you order cake flambe?
Smoke climbs.
I didn’t mean to steal Mary Lee’s frozen in time! That phrase must have stuck in my mind while skimming the poems. I’m deleting that in the version that follows:
Happy Chef:
knock-kneed,
beady-eyed,
plastered mime.
Did you order cake flambe?
Smoke climbs.
That chef wants to cleave me,
Cook me and eat me!
Quick! Wake me up
Before he can seize me!
Fun!
Yes, Mary Lee, it does. I wrote this prior to the SCOTUS decision at 10. After the decision came down I’m leaning towards thinking that perhaps there is hope…
Ohh, Laura! I love yours. That ending. ZING!!!
HAPPY CHEF
The moment
is frozen
in time:
We cooked together.
It was delicious.
I like the frozen in time. Cooking together does make memories, doesn’t it.
Yoo-hoo!
Come and eat!
Hurry, hurry,
take a seat!
Then decide:
a trick?…or treat?
You captured the creepy factor quite well!
Creepy. It reminds me of Hansel and Gretel. I like that they’re already committed to sitting before they decide whether it’s a trick.
Oh yes, perfectly matches the picture!
Yours is chilling, Laura. Love it. Here’s mine:
White Makeup, Red Lips, Yellow Teeth
Creepy clown smile
stops short
of the eyes -
cold,
impersonal
mask.
Chef Albert
The perfect cake—
imagine that!
I finally did it—
I toss my hat!
–Kate Coombs (Book Aunt)
Ha! Ha! I like the exuberance. I want to join his celebration (and eat some of the cake!)
Fun. I would be excited if I made a perfect cake, too.
Politics 2012
Smile broadly
don’t turn left
don’t turn right
no need for logic
just for money.
by Diane Mayr
Love how this made you think of politics! HA!
Doesn’t it always boil down to politics?!?!
Aptly said.