Resurrecting Mama's Dish


I once sat
in the boat,
 
held up
the prize
 
hanging from
a hook
 
before
dark.
 
 
Pages
turn
 
like
waves,
 
showing
a
 
school
of dish.
 
Crisp edge
of leaflets
 
damp
and drying
 
on the
counter.
 
 
 
Spinach
and saltfish,
 
on the side—green
and purple grapes
 
line on
the saucer
 
like
necklace beads.
 
Flour
and olive oil,
 
strips of yellow
and red pepper,
 
onions and
tomatoes—
 
tantalize
between the pages
 
of
yesterday.
 
The flesh
sizzles
 
from
the pan,
 
the round eyes
and scales;
 
limes float
in a water pot
 
of extracted
inedible remains
 
is how she
used to make it.
 
My nose
reassures me—
 
you're doing
fine baby,
 
you're doing
fine.
 
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Obed Ladiny is an emerging lover of poetry, who lives in Tennessee. His favorite poets include Maya Angelou, Nikki Giovanni, and Billy Collins. In his spare moments between working and reading, he contributes his own to the art.
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  1 week ago · in response to Leopold McGinnis

    Thank you, Leopold McGinnis and all for reading and likes.
  1 week ago
The last two lines bring it all together and serve it all up. Nicely done.

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