Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Minestra - Italian Wedding Soup
In the Soup
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
"Italian wedding soup," she said.
It sounded such a treat.
I'd married her one year ago;
my bliss was quite complete.
I craved her meatballs bolognese.
Her pesto penne thrilled.
The first taste of her crocche,
my undying love instilled.
I left the menu up to her.
How could I not believe?
I knew our guests would take one bite
and never wanna leave.
Who better than my little chef
to please the corporate client?
Soon they'd be eating from my hand,
I hadn't reckoned on the texture
of that floating green.
She called it spinach; I called it
the death of my grand scheme.
They left with leaves between their teeth
and toothpicks all a-flutter.
Italian wedding soup has placed
my prospects in the gutter.
Submitted by Susan Anderson to dVerse Poets Pub, where the prompt was all things Italian.