For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #151
platter, trip, leaves, jelly, row, catch,
celebrate, cotton, paradise, bake, miss
Friday Fish Fry
Friday night paradise: platter of freshly
caught perch coated in beer batter
then fried to golden crispness. Served
with a side of thick fries and warm slices
of newly baked rye bread. Any sort
of celebration makes it worth the trip,
to sit down with motley mixture
of family and friends.
There are some who wouldn’t dream
of missing out, being left behind,
would dine all week on peanut butter
and jelly in order to afford attendance
on this Friday night ritual at the
Cotton Row Supperclub.
Elizabeth Crawford 3/9/14
Notes: I’ll blame it on the words, they didn’t want to go anywhere else. I live in Wisconsin and the Friday Fish Fry is definitely a ritual throughout the state. And I do know people who will save all week long in order to attend such a gathering and feast. I did use all of the words, altering the tense of two of them. The name of the dining establishment is fictitious to accommodate the word list. The image is a Mandala I colored years ago and immediately came to mind when the writing was finished. It is from the book Coloring Mandalas created by Susanne E. Fincher.