What If Robert Frost Wrote About Food?
The Roll Not Buttered
Two rolls were left on a china plate,
And sorry I could not have eaten both
And be no glutton, long I gaped
And looked at one as far as I could
To where it was buttered by my host;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was steaming and smelling fine,
Though as for the aroma I divined
Both rolls smelled really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
On a plate for any who may treat it
Oh, I kept the first for another part!
Yet knowing the cholesterol of my heart
I doubted if I should ever eat it.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
In some far-off future flash back
Two rolls were left on a plate, and I,
I took the one less buttered by,
And that saved me from a heart attack.
Nothing Sweet Can Stay
Sugar's best hue is gold,
Carmel, too soft to hold.
It makes other candy sour;
But only so an hour.
Each piece taken by a thief,
So do I sink to grief,
They never last more than a day
Nothing sweet can stay.
Wine And Ice Cream
Some say the meal will end in wine,
Some say in ice cream.
From what I've packed into my waistline
I hold with those who favor wine
But if it had to get a second scheme
I think I’ve drunk enough straight
To say that for dessert ice cream
Is also great
And would be a dream.
A voice said, Look at this great cake
And tell me truly, men of this place
If all the soul-and-body aches
Were not too much to pay for a taste.
Stopping For Coffee On A Snowy Evening
Whose shop is this are I think I know.
It’s a vast conglomerate, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To sit and stir my cappuccino.
Bustling shoppers must think it queer
To stop with one’s cup “for here”
Methodically, this sip I take
The darkest evening of the year.
They speed through with frappe-shakes
On their way to another mistake.
While I let my cup’s flavors steep
Watch the wind and downy flake.
The coffee is lovely, dark and deep,
I’ll get a refill, it’s pretty cheap,
I’ve lots to drink before I sleep,
I’ve lots to drink before I sleep.
Jadzia Axelrod is an author, an illustrator, and a world changer. Throughout her eventful life she has also been a circus performer, a puppeteer, a graphic designer, a sculptor, a costume designer, a podcaster and quite a few other things that she’s lost track of but will no doubt remember when the situation calls for it.She is the writer and producer of “The Voice Of Free Planet X” podcast, were she interviews stranded time-travelers, low-rent superheroes, unrepentant monsters and other such creature of sci-fi and fantasy, as well as the podcasts “Aliens You Will Meet” and “Fables Of The Flying City.” The story started in “Fables Of The Flying City” is concluded in The Battle Of Blood & Ink, a graphic novel published by Tor.She is not domestic, she is a luxury, and in that sense, necessary.