The “Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food. It consists of seven lines with thirty-three (33) syllables. The first line has seven syllables, the second line five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the fifth line five, the sixth line three, and the seventh line has only one syllable which ends with an exclamation mark. Each line has one thought relating to the main course. Therefore, this new poetic form, the Epulaeryu, which has corresponding lines built around the main course, and ending with an exclamation point, concludes with the ending line expressing the writer’s excitement and feelings about the poem.



Chocolate volcano cake
Rich and decadent
Pudding-like dark chocolate
Oozing from center
Allergies dictate
I must say
© Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013


FISH FRY (Epulaeryu)

Broiled or breaded, it said
with fries on the side.
Cole slaw or macaroni/
potato salad.
The true Polish way.
“Two to go!”

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013


  1. This prompt came in the nick of time. I’ve been making fruit bars lately for my snacks…or breakfast or whatever. They are so good and simple! But they don’t last long around here cause my dad and older sister love them! 😉


    Dates and walnuts, dried cherries,
    Mix em together,
    Form in bars, refrigerate;
    Tangy and sticky,
    Healthy and yummy;
    I must have

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2013

    (My dad always has me put coconut on his. That’s really good too!)

  2. Mom’s holiday mincemeat pie,
    golden, flaky crust,
    spicy scents waffling through air
    sensual attack
    on helpless mortals as the
    effusive ice cream
    invites the lips to
    caress bliss.

    • Thanks, Meg and Walt… all of this sweetness had me running to the store for brown sugar to bake some cookies for my Grandkids!! 🙂 !!

  3. Sunday Drive Snack

    Sunflower butter smoothed on
    Granny Smith slices,
    sprinkled with little raisins
    Delicately set
    on a peach napkin…
    With a kiss


    She stirs warm green pashminas
    of sun-drenched basil,
    into misty verde days,
    snowy Parmesan
    drifts into pasta.
    Heaven can’t


    “Bring me your famished, bellies
    bloated, growling from
    deep empty pits: ‘Please feed us!’
    Bring them! I am wheat,
    rice, corn in the fields.
    food for


  6. Soup Bean

    Nothing can beat pinto beans,
    With chow chow on top.
    A side of fried tators, please
    And green cabbage slaw.
    Cornbread and butter.
    Southern folks

    • Wow! Pinto beans are amazing, and that sounds sooo good! Especially with the green cabbage slaw. Yummy! Very well written, Debi. You definitely make me want some! 🙂

    • This takes me home, Debi. Are you sure you didn’t know my mom? Chow Chow is good, but I always preferred pickled stuffed bell peppers. I thoroughly enjoyed this poem. Thank you for giving me a taste of home.

      • Claudsy, I made supper one time for a couple I’d just met who lived in “upper state” NY (that’s how they always said it). He had never heard of pinto beans and was a little skeptical of my meal. But, afterwards he said it was delicious (and he ate like he meant it). They are a staple in this house.

        • I grew up in Indiana and Kentucky, so we always had beans on the table, of one kind or another. When I read your poem, I could see it on Mom’s table and us all around. Thanks for the memory. It was very welcome today.


    baby carrots dressed in orange
    sweeter than candy
    orangier than Halloween.
    Peeled, cut and steamed,
    slicked light with honey
    and gleaming

  8. CHEESECAKE (Epulaeryu)

    Cheesecake topped with strawberries
    and some sweet whipped cream
    is lusciously decadent
    but quite healthy too
    due to all the fruit.
    (Keep thinking


    • Jacqueline, you captured the essence of the two treats; coton candy and circus/fair. Love it. Too sticky to be rid off, and too fragile to withstand plucking fingers.

  9. You know, don’t you, that there will be recipes flying through wires everywhere because of this prompt. All good, I say. Thanks, Walt and Marie for this fun challenge. I have to remember this one.

    Belgian Chocolate/Coconut Cheesecake (Epulaeryu)

    Carried on a china plate,
    Creamed Belgian delight,
    Coconut hints woven through,
    To texture smooth bites
    Of luscious cheesecake.
    Fanfare please—

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  11. The humble, boiled potato
    Deemed the beggars fare
    Seems ordinary, simple
    Until sprinkled with
    Rich, hearty laughter
    And chatter.

    Yes, we’re having potatoes for supper:)

  12. Marie, you made my mouth water!

    Always In Season

    That smell of frying eggplant
    seasoned and breaded,
    pot of sauce bubbling on stove,
    grated parmesan,
    fresh mozzarella.
    Layer bake;

  13. Love from Mom

    By David De Jong

    After school everyday
    Fresh pot loose leaf tea
    Slices warm homemade white bread
    Butter churned today
    Maybe slice of cheese
    Love from Mom

  14. Before Starbucks

    By David De Jong

    Sunday mornings after church
    Strong, hot, Dutch coffee
    Mom’s fresh homemade pastry puffs
    Stuffed full fresh whipped cream
    Dollop in coffee
    Mother knew

    So many great memories are accompanied by great food.
    You can tell how much you are loved by how wonderful the food tastes/tasted – even when its a simple slice of bread.

  15. Lovely, David, though I think I’ve gained five pounds just from savoring all these delectable poems. Maybe we shouldn’t do this form for awhile after this. ; )

  16. Thanksgiving

    Waking up Thanksgiving morn
    To familiar scents
    Only present once each year
    Messing with my head
    Waiting is torture
    But I must

  17. The Copy

    My favorite dish from Grandma
    Macaroni stew
    I had eaten it for years
    I could duplicate
    It can’t be that hard
    Just one taste

  18. Chip Addict (Epulaeryu)

    Potato chips I do love,
    Taste that I so crave.
    Crunchy, salty, flavorful,
    Plain or with some dip,
    Morning, noon or night.

    © Kelly E. Donadio – March 2013

  19. I had to stop reading – after travelling all day, they were making me too hungry! I did write a couple on the plane:

    Lobster is food of the rich
    glorious flavour
    eaten five times in my life.
    I wish to eat it
    just once more before
    my time runs


    A seriously sinful
    chocolate orange cake
    topped with Grand Marnier Ganache
    woos gallant strong men
    to deeds of glory
    and derring

    (ie moving my piano!)

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