Mythic Meals

I don’t believe in Unicorns
but I like the way they taste.
The flesh is rainbow flavored,
with proper salt and baste.

Now Centaur is my favorite food,
much muscle in their middles,
more flavor than the Cheshire cat,
who only tastes in riddles.

But have you eaten Hydra,
with her spicy after-bite?
It’s similar to Minotaur,
when the latter’s cooked just right.

And I like a bit of Griffin,
if it’s rare and undercooked,
Oh, Satyr can be delicious!
What have I overlooked?

Humans can carry parasites,
or is it the other way around?
Be careful when mixing meatafors
Oh, how awful this must sound!

I’m really not a cannibal
nor do I chew on a mythic beast
except when it’s in season,
then it’s nice to have a feast.

 

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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4 Responses to Mythic Meals

  1. Juan says:

    I love the symbolism you’ve worked in here, made apparent by your line “mixing meteafors”:

    The Unicorn a symbol of purity and innocence that combined with a rainbow says something to your diversity. But you pick the centaur, an age old symbol — of chaos and unbridled passion as the middle portion to your poem, perhaps the centaur is center to you? ;), or is it the Minotaur, the man-bull trapped within a labyrinth. And, if not that, the hydra or griffin — that are the multifaceted natures of you as gate-keeper?

  2. Trish says:

    It is a good poem, John. Kind of reminds of Shel Silvertein’s occasional style, and his writings were great!

  3. Thanks, Robin! I enjoy writing puffery from time to time!

  4. robin andrea says:

    I love this poem. Well done, John.

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