We Want Your Food Haiku!

August 13, 2012

The Olympics may be over (and the Summer Food Fights, too) but that somehow our competitive urges still haven't ebbed away. That's why we're announcing the Feed52 Haiku Contest.

With a deadline of this Thursday, August 16 at midnight, we want to see your best food-related haiku, posted in the comments below. (The winner will receive nothing less than eternal glory -- sadly, no Le Creuset.)

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For those of you who need a refresher -- here is a haiku written by yours truly, as inspired by the above photo:

Who hasn't spent time
brushing their cutting board of
cauliflower bits?

Here's another:

Chopping onions: root
on one end, hairy on the
other, tears inside.

It's simple: haiku do not rhyme, they don't concern themselves with traditional narrative, and they follow a three-line structure of 5, then 7, then 5 syllables. They can be quietly funny, or just suddenly beautiful, and they're short enough that you could certainly write one on your lunch break.

Happily, you have a wide variety of subject matter: food in any form is fair game. And there's no limit on poems you can submit! Give us your best shot.

Start counting those syllables -- may the best haiku win!


LaineyStarr August 16, 2012
the juiciness flows <br />it slowly drips down my chin <br />i love pineapples <br />
LaineyStarr August 16, 2012
I season to taste <br />Bring to him on a big plate <br />Sit back as he smiles
LaineyStarr August 16, 2012
Taking a big bite <br />Melting just like cotton candy <br />Oh wait, it is that
EmilyC August 16, 2012
Confronting my son, <br />A pile of thin, salty ham. <br />He grins: prosciutto!
DirectHeat August 16, 2012
Into the wine, you! <br /> <br />Tough, fatty, stubborn, cheap roast. <br /> <br />Braised, tender goodness.
DirectHeat August 16, 2012
Watermelon seeds <br />Spit from a sticky red smile <br />Mighty black missiles <br />
DirectHeat August 16, 2012
Water, hops and malt -- <br />Throw open the abbey window; <br />Hark, fermentation!
MissGinsu August 16, 2012
True love, the ripe peach, <br />Wraps the cool nights of summer <br />In a fuzzy coat
em-i-lis August 16, 2012
I am so tired, but <br />dinner calls, make me now and <br />savor, nourish, love.
fiveandspice August 16, 2012
The only way to <br />learn to cook is by messing <br />up a lot of meals.
Loves F. August 16, 2012
Mixer, whisk….or jar? <br />A labor of love that makes <br />stiff whipped cream mountains. <br />
Loves F. August 16, 2012
Amanda’s Kids’ lunch: <br />Inspiring little meals. <br />Please pack me one, too. <br />
Loves F. August 16, 2012
He slices, he rolls. <br />Tuna, uni…geoduck? <br />Shiro: sushi god. <br />
Eliz. August 15, 2012
Light fills stone vaults at <br />Midnight as tendrils rise green <br />Behind garden walls. <br />
Eliz. August 15, 2012
Charlotte, tears fell when <br />You died; grown up, I wrap melon <br />In prosciutto. <br />
Katey501 August 15, 2012
A food of the gods <br />Figs, luscious, sensual, sweet <br />My now obsession
HobbsHouse August 15, 2012
Hard times and work slow <br />As she put on the table, bread <br />It was the silver lining
Eliz. August 14, 2012
Mosquito draws blood <br />For her eggs as I stand be- <br />Fore the stove, scrambling. <br />
Eliz. August 14, 2012
Partially hydro- <br />Genated fat, high fructose <br />Corn syrup miss you.
vrunka August 14, 2012
Despised by many <br />Belov'd by a select few <br />Anchovy, you're mine.