I've always longed to melt into Monet paintings,
feel his strokes of color upon my skin
warmer than any summer sunrise.
Renoir's eye for intimacy,
Cezanne's bright shapes,
Picasso's creative boldness -
all these things I see as I mingle amongst the produce,
fondle golden beets, caress cantaloupe's contours,
relish the idea of organic beauty upon a canvas,
my brush creating a world of swirls and dashes.
I arrange delicata to the left, a radish's greens
hail from the right, red peppers and aubergine eggplant
centrally featured, shift the pomegranate around,
imagine it outlined with sure, dark Van Gogh-like strokes...
frame these produce divas as they seductively pose,
swear the pear's channeling Marilyn Monroe
(perhaps the butternut too), sungolds pout their red,
and the kaleidoscope mix of carrots claim best dressed
in their gowns of atomic red, cosmic purple,
and lunar white. I take a quick photo of my market still-life,
sweep them off their "red carpet"
take them home to be boiled, baked, chopped, devoured -
fate unchanged, yet destined to be remembered,
perhaps with a brush stroke of summer sun.
by Margaret Bednar, March 9, 2017
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Rommy's Challenge - Synesthesia" The idea as to swap sensory imagery - What does a sunrise taste like? Does the sound of crickets have a tactile feel? were examples. I think I got off track - comparing the produce to divas and a glamorous red carpet type of walk... Or maybe my sensory is the visual (imagination)?
Delicata? a delicious squash. Here is a link to 15 fantastic pumpkins and squash recipes and I have used a number of them... Not only cute but yummy. https://www.thespruce.com/winter-squash-and-pumpkins-2217736