Sample: Ode to Rice

Ode to Rice


my mother refuses to rinse

the vitamins or dirt from your skin

so your grains chatter

like dry teeth

as she pours you into the cooker

one part short grain jasmine rice

one part water for you to drink down


in the cooker you bubble

content to bathe in boiling water

happy to feel it seep

through your skin

until you emerge

soft as your brothers

and sisters did

over open fires

for thousands of years


your individual grains gleam

refined in vegan cafes

your rounded bowls steam

in Chinese restaurants

you lend yourself

to burritos

and flour for sweet pastel mochi

You wait

fluffy under sweet mangoes

beside fried chicken

soggy in jook as you mush

down into porridge

wait to warm my stomach


O complex carbohydrate

I want you to filter

down through my biceps

to fingertips to thighs

I want to feel the energy

of a thousand generations

coursing through my veins


Molly Higgins (c) 2009

7 thoughts on “Sample: Ode to Rice

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  2. Hi, I like this! I can almost taste this poem – the fluffy rice waiting under sweet mangoes besides fried chicken! I like the way you have followed the rice’s journey from grain to stomach and the way it makes you feel. Good!
    Lynda (echostains) and also Bookstains’

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    Oh rice, oh rice, why are you so nice?
    You fill me with carbs but I guess that’s the price.
    ”I just made some rice dumpling, would you like to try it?
    Oh, I’m sorry, you’re on a gluten free diet”.

    It’s rice, it’s always rice! Can even make it into drinks,
    Let it ferment, it’s alcohol in two winks.
    Be careful not to boil too much, remember 8 cups is a lot,
    It would be heart breaking just to see all of this rice rot

    And rice, and rice, my bowl is full of you,
    Wouldn’t have it any other other way, and that is the truth.
    So dedicated am I, that I eat you with chopsticks,
    Hope you appreciate that, I can’t use them for…toffee. (I know, let down, sorry)

    Dear rice, dear rice, you’re so easy to make,
    But saying that, you’re quite versatile to bake.
    I can cook you in the oven and I can cook you on the hob,
    I can even cook you in the microwave slot!

    My rice, your rice, his rice, her rice,
    That old lady who works at the checkout’s rice!
    We all eat rice! We all love rice!
    And now I’m at the end of the poem, if I say rice one more time I think I might die.

    Copyright Pudding Pie Lane 2011

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