Category: my Poems

Tweeting a quote from G. K. Chesterton about cheese last night stirred up a good exchange among some poets. Chesterton said, “Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.”

A few hastily threw out a challenge to stink up the place with our offerings. I will post my challenge-accepted poem here.

 

Cheese Curds and Whey

“Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. “–G.K. Chesterton

 

Remnants of early day cheese

Found amid the rubble and earth

Covered mounds of ancient villages

Near grand pillars of Stonehenge

Elevate cheese to regal food status.

Those villagers couldn’t stomach

Raw milk of their sheep and goat herds.

They did what anyone else would

have done today–forgot about it on

A shelf in a bacteria infused skin bag

Until it fermented into something else.

 

The grand new stench

Stirred up a search.

 

You have to admire the one who

Opened the bag, smelled its

Fermented curds and wondered

What it tasted like. Hungry and

Near starvation? Let’s taste it.

 

Bacteria and Milk—

 

Ancient love story

Pairs well with wine

Through multiple millennia.