Ode to My Cookbooks

Dear cookbooks,
I love you,
But
sometimes I just need to create
a little recipe
of my own.
I hope you're not offended.
You look so lovely
sitting on my shelf.
Sincerely,
An Experimental Cook

P.S.
I promise to always
consult you if I bake.

wings [a haiku]

i soar on the heights
all below is verdant green
above -- crystal blue

because I heard the wind

because I heard the wind
once before

it took me far away
on its wings

a cup of chocolate left
growing [c]old

              I could hardly take it
              anymore

              my heart was beating fast
              in tandem

              with the rain coming down --
              torrential

I never could have stayed --
the wind called

too soon I had to leave
without you

is there a place we may
meet again?


I wrote this poem after I finished reading The Girl With No Shadow, which is the sequel to Chocolat, which I read last year. Both books are by Joanne Harris. They are magical realism and both are wonderful stories. The second one especially is a modern fairy tale.

I hope you enjoy this poem that was inspired by these books. :)