Sujata Bhatt published a whole collection on garlic - "The Stinking
Rose", from Carcanet if I remember.
And this one of mine:-
TO MY HUNGRY LOVE
It would have been the best you ever ate,
a meal to celebrate, a consummation,
a carnival of flavours, the Amazon in flood,
perfection of gastronomy, homage to Bacchus.
To start, gaspachio cooling the heart
in case we set too hot an early pace.
A grouse apiece, a fricasee of sole, and then,
aristocratic splendour, chateaubriand,
pot-roasted to a pink melange, mouth melting
flesh slithering in aromatic juices.
Sweet tansy follows, than at last, fulfilment
in a crowning bowl of blood-warm syllabub,
eulogy to the virgin queen herself.
All this you would have known, and more, good love,
if only, just for once, you'd kept your word.
Instead you sent me foxglove and the briefest
note to say you could not come today;
not feeling well, it seems, a touch of flu'.
So here, for you, a small bouquet, to wish
you well, a simple bunch of asphodel.
Ted Slade
http://www.poetrykit.org/
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