What if my life was judged -
a Masterchef dish?
She had the same time as the others,
the recipe and access to the pantry.
There were some elements
and she led her team to victory
there was that one -
but she came back
a thrilling combination, fragrant, nearly set.
(they all have those).
A heavy hand
a battle with the dish's hero?
Perhaps it (the life the cook the build)
lacked zest, bite or foundation?
Predictably the judges send me home
wan wave for the camera
(but where was I all that time?)
Catherine Bateson, 2015
Want to gobble down more Tuesday poems? Head over here where Bill Sutton's poem, 'Sugarloaf hill' glances at the cycles of life and death. This week's Tuesday poem was curated by Tim Jones.