Sunday, November 29, 2009

FEAST FOR GRANDPA


RWP #102..prompt was childhood memory of food


FEAST FOR GRANDPA



March 1955

no dinner bell rang

the bellys are ready

ignoring the cries of the mourners

forgetting the corpse
overthrowing all the tears

drinking from his hat of memories

vodka

eating homemade bread

from the the bowl of his Russia

borsch

dancing the Cossack dance

to the balalaika beat

vodka

eating pirogies

from his lost hat

celebrating his adventures
slipping out of Russia with two frozen apples

from Odessa to Saskatoon
peering through a gypsy window
with an imagination of velvet roses
with an endless appetite for the new fix
forgetting the killer who was a poet
rather to be poor than famous

dancing the Cossack dance

vodka

eating dill pickles

from some Bolshevik jar

dancing the Cossack dance

to the past poetry

of Alex Pushkin

vodka

sour cream with everything

Russian

everyone dancing

to the bayan beat

craving food and jazz

vodka

cheese

cabbage rolls

beef stroganoff

more bread

more borsch

vodka

remembering his Socialist thoughts

liberal ideas

his love for his homestead

his family

his zest for life

his love of music

poetry

sour cream
tasting the food he no longer could eat
vodka

farewell dedyshka.


6 comments:

rallentanda said...

So,you've got a little bit of Ruski in you.Why am I not suprised?Stolichnaya,borscht,stroganoff and lots of flaming passion are wonderful things.Our grandparents were an interesting lot.I'm glad we love and remember them.

anthonynorth said...

A great and powerful remembrance.

Cynthia Short said...

Ah, those funeral parties...such memories of our loved ones, and you did a wonderful job with the memories you have!

davidmoolten said...

Wayne, I like the way this blends the regret over loss with the joy of celebration, which is ultimately the balancing equation of life, here with great personal details.

Paul Oakley said...

Sorry I'm so late looking in here. I love the way you use vodka like punctuation here. Memory memory memory vodka. Memory memory memory vodka. A wonderful memorial to a memorial.

Konstantin said...

Well, it's touching, though some ideas sound a bit... hem... commonplace.
Konstantin.