ANNIE'S MUSE

Gravy

Day 21: Writer’s Digest April 2016 PAD

Today is Poem in Your Pocket Day! It’s a day to pick a poem to carry in your pocket and share spontaneously throughout your day. Click here to learn more.

For today’s prompt, write a poem that responds (or somehow communicates) with another poem. You can respond to any poem. If you’re having trouble figuring out which one, choose a poem from this following list of poems from collections I’ve been reading this month:

There Are Birds Here, by Jamaal May
Aubade With Burning City, by Ocean Vuong
The Translator, by Sandra Beasley
Ode to the Flute, by Ross Gay
How to Triumph Like a Girl, by Ada Limon

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Source: We Heart It

Gravy

In the South

Gravy is a food group

And not just any gravy

But…

That wonderful mixture

of just the right amounts

of flour, milk and drippings

with enough black pepper

to let you see it is there

No one could make gravy

like my grandmother

My mother’s gravy was amazing

but there was something about

the gravy my grandmother made

that turned fried chicken,

chicken fried steak

hand mashed potatoes … or

biscuits into a religious experience

Cream Gravy she called it

as opposed to the brown gravy

made with the drippings and juices

left from cooking a Sunday roast

Gravy is a must for most southern foods

but cream gravy takes any food to

a totally different level

of gastronomic experience

As Raymond Carver said best …

“No other word will do.”

Gravy …

Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

NOTE: Gravy was written by Raymond Carver during the year he was dying of cancer … for his wife Tess Gallagher. For me, this poem is the ultimate love poem.