This still life still can be
a shotgunned swan,
both corpse unplucked
and food uncooked.
Just add some warmth,
asparagus and salt,
parsley, parsnips, pepper
and potatoes;
stir to sate
with wine, and dine
for life of few
for you and me.
Still life with a swan, asparagus, game and vegetables by Elias Vonck
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May 18, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
In India you will be adding a whole bunch of spices as well!!!
I’m happy with the just the asparagus, parsley, parsnips, pepper
and potatoes; I couldn’t eat a swan. On Saturday we saw a mother swan with fluffy grey cygnets in a nest by the river. In England, swans belong to the Queen and are under her protection.
Life of a few it will be indeed ~ Admiring the cooked up poem Bjorn ~ Have a good week/end ~
Is the weasel/polecat going in with the asparagus too? Just asking.
It tastes like chicken … wan’t some stew.
They always say it tastes like chicken. I bet polecat tastes vile!
Apparently you’re still hungry from your challenge earlier this week! I think I’ll stick with the veggies on this one. There’s something about eating a swan that sounds sacrilegious!
I like them better alive, though… Great little poem:)
Nicely done!!!
Yum oh, roast swan. Does it taste like goose or duck or chicken? either way it sounds great you have cooked up a wonderful recipe
I was not aware people ate swan. I think I’ll pass and just enjoy the asparagus and potatoes.
Excellent poem. I especially like the second stanza — all those p words.
I love that first line especially! It’s still-life and still life and still, life.
This one made me think and maybe hungry! I’m not sure what to make of it. I’ll have to think about it awhile
Swan is probably goose more than turkey–greasy dark meat, unpalatable without proper seasoning. Nice poem, but rat soufflé is not for me, brother.
An interesting recipe. 🙂
It seems you’re still stuck on food. I bet this would work in a slow cooker (we call them crock pots). I like the gentle sound of the words.
Different picture, different time.
That is some poem you cooked up, I think I will just have the wine 🙂
I couldn’t help but think how much work went into cooking in other times. Now, we just go to the grocery store and pick up chicken. We don’t have to pluck it , gut it and cut it. It comes packaged.
Yes, with just a little imagination the unplucked and uncooked will become part of the big feast!
Hank
Here, the queen will have your head, for the life of swan.
Swans are protected species here, I would never be able to consider them as food – asparagus, potatoes and wine will be just fine ;o)
Delicious recipe and not the first thing I’d have thought of given the image. Really enjoyed reading. ☺
You’ve cooked up a delicious poem.
‘Shotgunned swan’ is such a jarringly brilliant image, Bjorn. You left me unsettled. Wonderful poem 🙂
A jarring image of “still” life…given for our sustenance; hunting, gathering, cooking can be satisfying work.
Still live could be most anything..usually apples, grapes, and wine 😉
It is all appetizing and to each his own. I am assuming you are serious.