Pickled cucumbers are my favorite treat.
Inside a jar, my parents pack ’em neat,
Chock full of saltwater so they can ferment,
Kept in a cellar ‘till my heart is content.
Love me some pickles cause they’re salty and sour.
Ever so often, a bowl I’ll devour,
Since they’re my beloved parents’ superpower.
An acrostic is a poem in which the first letter of each line spells out a word, message or the alphabet. The word comes from the French acrostiche from post-classical Latin acrostichis, from Koine Greek ἀκροστιχίς, from Ancient Greek ἄκρος “highest, topmost” and στίχος “verse”. — Wikipedia
Fancy, right? It’s also possibly the first poem I’ve ever written in English and the first poem I’ve written in any language in the past 18 years or so, so don’t take it too seriously. I’m a poetic newbie.
Normally, I would ignore these kinds of challenges because they’re way out of my comfort zone, but a patient stood me up at work today, and I’m bored. It’s cold outside and cozy in the office, and I feel like eating pickles with my dinner tonight. If you’ve ever been to Eastern Europe, you know we make the best ones. None of that vinegary crap.
So, as a response, I’ll be tagging some people to write an Acrostic poem about their favorite craving. What do you think, Vishnu*s Virtues, Andrea D'Angelo, Teodora Maksimova, Roxana Anton, Toby Hazlewood, Aimée Gramblin, Maria Milojković, MA, Kate Feathers, Ioana Andrei, Rosalind Pagan? Some of you are versed in poetry, while others probably feel completely alien to it. So did I at first. Try it out; you might have some fun!
If you do, please use these tags, so we can all see these — Acrostic Poem, Poetry.
Have a lovely weekend, and indulge in your favorite craving!