Poem of the Month: Ode to an Omelette

Here's another offering from our resident artist/poet/bee-keeper, Alan Boarder. I present to you, Ode to an Omelette.

Most fair and most excellent Spanish Omelette

Bright yellow in egg

White hot in Onions

Blood red in tomato passion

I place my ear upon the plate on which you rest

And can hear you whispering love to me

In words that I do not understand.

It seems that you must have been created in heaven

But I know that you were made in that kitchen

With those eggs and those onions by that woman.

Let me lick your soft skin

Chew and swallow your warm body.

So that by digesting you we become one flesh.

But Alas this consumption of our love

Is your demise.

Oh omelette

Don't be afraid

Gently does it

Into my jaws. 

Alan Boarder's Iconic Painting, Into the Void.