Dinner with an old friend

An empty soup from the flesh monger

Sky spilled salt, a pinch of star

Blood boiled over a bone fire, liquid hunger

ladled from dream's open jar

Stirred with a moon beam

eaten with a bottomless spoon

shared a bottle of vintage scream

tosher friend gone too soon

Author's Note

Flesh monger is an old word for butcher
tosher is a scavenger of the sewers

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

The loss of a friend can make it feel as if we are eating from an empty bowl of emotions and joy. Many amazingly created lines in this poem.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your most astute interpretation of this poem it is deeply appreciated,

[Ken e Bujold]

stark evocative imagery takes this small offering and feeds the mind aplenty. very well prepared dish of a poem S

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your review and most kind words of support they are always welcome and most cherrished.

[Vol]

Soren,
I have said many times, "The image IS the message," and never meant it more...
Vol

[Soren]

Thank you Vol for the read and comment it is always most appreciated.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

from the title i was wondering if this was going to be a more light-hearted piece - but as always, your writing drives in existential dread always dormant inside me. the expectation of pleasantness was ripped away from the first line (i didnt know the expression 'flesh monger' so it gave me a good fright) and the final line was a rusty nail: to lose a friend, in whatever form, is always a hard one. but im wondering if this friend wasn't a human being... i get an inkling there is something bigger here being communicated.
but it was well written; it took me to a dark place but gosh i love it.

[Soren]

Thank you my friend for the read. You are at the heart of it with the existential idea. As I've said before every interpretation is valid but what I had in mind when it was written was the friend is the one you greet in a mirror each day.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

very interesting. 'looking into a cracked new orleans mirror, face dreaming against the walls of the world, where did i go?'