Dreams of a Love Gourmand

He ate Suzi’s paella

and dreamed of Ipanema,

of romance in Marbella

and Rio de Janeiro

He ate Fleur’s rindless blue

his dreams were psychedelia

he dreamt he was Theroux,

da Vinci and Ophelia

He drank Ping’s green absinthe

and dreamt he was a fairy

with eyes as green as minthe

his wand, a blue canary

He ate Fang’s chou dofu

her durian, then balut,

and napped as King Shi Chu

at war with King Canute

He ate Ann’s cherry duck

nightmared of Gordon Ramsay

who served confit of muck

with jus of some philandery

Then came Maeve’s Irish Stew,

no dreams his sleep disturbed

and as he woke he knew

his food of love’d been served

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27 thoughts on “Dreams of a Love Gourmand

    • Thanks, Mark πŸ˜€ ( I pressed ‘Publish’ in error instead of ‘Preview’ while still writing it, so had to trash it, hence the 404 error)

  1. Fantastic. The rhythm is seductive, the words full of humour and that light touch of empathy.Made me samba and chuckle. Just brilliant: is it published? It should be.

    • What delightful comments from you, Kate. Thank you. Am glad I raised a chuckle. And a samba?! That would be a first πŸ™‚ (And to answer your question – my poetry is published here on this blog only.)

  2. ROTF~!~ Oh, I love this, Bluebee!!

    How did I miss this??? You have such a wonderful construction here, without a miss-step.

    The humour is strong, and the imagery is a riot!

    Excellent and memorable poem.

    Lady Nyo…’confit of muck’. LOL!

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