Find your best whisk and combine
Six egg yolks with some sugar.
Blend them together until
The pain begins to dissolve.
Preheat your favorite oven
Before adding sweetened lies
That congeal within the bowl
And scald your battered spirit.
Line up your clean ramekins,
Each one an empty vessel
Ready to hold the mixture
You recklessly created.
Boil water with your rage
Add it to the pan and drown
Those who try to defeat you
Before sending them to hell.
Bake for forty-five minutes,
A lifetime to remember
The hurt you experienced
At the hands of those you loved.
Refrigerate the ramekins
For one million painful years
As the apathetic ice
Calms your blubbering passion.
Remove the ramekins from
The new wasteland of your heart.
The fires left it barren,
Never to bear fruit again.
Sprinkle some sugar on top,
Masking the taste of betrayal.
Now, set the whole thing aflame
And caramelize the memory
Ad Infinitum.
The prompt for this poem was to “create a recipe poem with an underlying message.”
This is my interpretation. What’s yours?
