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.