This National Poetry Month(NPM), I am writing and sharing original poems about food, family and feasts. Sundays will be a day to reshare a poem from the past. A list of links to previous poems is HERE.
My husband, Chuck, loves to make spaghetti, sausages, and meatballs. He lets is simmer long and slow. A tip for meatballs? Baked them in the oven. Serve with garlic bread. Delish.
Chuck’s Spaghetti
red
sauce
simmers
overnight
in Nana’s steel pot
savory sausage and meatballs
mingle with spaghetti noodles
Pecorino cheese
outta sight
dig in
eat,
eat!
©jone rush macculloch (2020, draft)
Jone Rush MacCulloch 
Yummy! That looks delicious, and I love the shape of your poem.
Yes, please, I’ll have another serving! Comfort food poetry is so…comforting. Thank you. 🙂
yum yum *excessive drooling*
Oh, this looks so tasty, Jone. You’re lucky to have a husband that loves cooking. And, thanks for the postcard from the student. It’s always a wonderful thing to receive!
Yummy! What a fun poem, and I really like the shape!
Now you’ve got me hungry! I’m sure that Nana’s steel pot adds that special something 🙂 Thanks for serving up a tasty post!