In The Merchant’s Wife poem, I continue my poeticised response to “food-related” art, specifically in this painting as to what they may be having for breakfast or morning tea. If you’d like a close-up of the painting, click on “source”…
Ode – A Poem
This painting is so full of life, and yet we will never know who painted it! Even so, I thought that person should be celebrated. More of my ekphrastic poetry here. More on the ode, here. Ode To An Unknown…
Versatile Capsicum/Pepper, Warm/Cold Salad
*Cue that Mariah Carey song about a hero coming along.* Can you hear it? Here’s a reminder: Well, I happen to believe the humble capsicum/pepper is a hero. Here’s why: And it’s certainly the hero of this capsicum/pepper salad, which…
After Chekhov – A Poem
This poem in my ekphrastic series is inspired not by one art source, but by two. Both works of art — a painting, and a short story — were completed within a decade of each other. More on the short…
Salami Puff Pastry Pillows
Two of the greatest words in the English language are “happy” and “hour” (jokes). These salami puff pastry pillows are an excellent accompaniment. They have just enough salt to be moreish, and just enough chilli to stop you eating too…
Visiting Renoir – A Poem
How could you look at this stunning Renoir and not want to reach out and eat those fruit? This work was painted at the country house of Renoir’s patron, Paul Berard, and is one of two the feature the same…
The Philosophers’ Meal – A Poem
Can you imagine the conversation at this dinner table? Well, I tried to. Another in my ekphrastic poetry series. My of my ekphrastic poetry here. More on free verse here. The Enlightenment At the Thursday night dinner of philosophers,it was…
Blonde Bolognese
This dish is more properly called bolognese bianco (white bolognese) or, even more properly, a ragù bianco (a white ragu – bolognese is a style of ragù from the Bologna region). I just think Blonde Bolognese sounds more fun 😂….
Apple and Sultana (Pantry) Cake
I’m calling this apple and sultana cake a “pantry cake” because it’s excellent for those days when you want to bake, but don’t want to shop. Surely we all have a couple of apples lying around? Brown sugar? Maybe some…
An Easter Haiku
I don’t know what it was about this boy’s face that caught my eye. Or maybe it was the apple on the floor? The half-eaten cake? That gesture which seems to declare, “Mine!”. I just tried to have fun with…
