An Ode -- Poem for the Quince
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"Still-life of quinces"
Vincent Van Gogh
Ode to a Fruit
Oh that I'd eat all the fruits that I like
Apples oranges and grapes my delight
Some are strange like the yellow fellow Quince
Not real pretty eating raw makes one wince
But baked in a pie they are O so good
A wide slice will be sweet soft and gooey
Find them in France growing near St. Remy
Van Gogh painted himself a bowl of them
Oh that I'd eat all the fruits that I like
Eat them raw but for Quince in pie I'll bake
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/10/kerry-says-what-is-metamodernism.html?m=1
- Kerry wrote of the scientific principle of "metamodernism" and of it's place in poetry. My writing today makes a 180 degree turn around which sort of fits in.
- My inspiration was from reading "an Ode to the Quince" published in "The Tree Hugger", October 19, 2019, click here , by Melissa Breyer, managing editor (her Bio). Wikipedia article
Labels: art, Artistic Interpretations, Eating, Food, Irregular Ode, Poem, Poem forms
posted by Jim @ 10/28/2019 11:32:00 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
It is so easy to have a love affair with fruit, they are entrancing much like a tart!
A lovely ode to quince — I like your rhymes and how you give them a certain personality. Very well penned! :-)
I would like to taste quince pie one day.
I love the rhyming.....i have never tasted quince.
This is such a wonderful ode, Jim! ❤️
I've never eaten a quince, raw or cooked, but you make the pie sound yummy. Great job with the ode. I like that you put Van Gogh painted himself a bowl of them and the picture
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