It's Still Life

Of Myth and Mozzarella

This great human reverence,
that we will call a pizza,
that scatters laureates’ words
to spark and kindle flames
in overheated ovens.

Stone-baked.
Oregano perfumed,
and for the love of basil,
heavenly ripe tomatoes.
In spite of ones hungry heart,

I plead a thousand-fold
for a knife sharp enough to
slice through this ecstasy.
This angel gate.
This ecliptic circle.

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Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 15 “Pizza” although it took me several days to slice this one open. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.