In the Soup

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,

financially compliant.

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.