“Magpie Tales” – Ping and Less Ping.

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In my ongoing exploration of online writing and poetry sites, I am participating today in Magpie Tales, a site, hosted by Tess Kincaid, that sets up an interesting picture prompt. The picture was a photograph of skewered ducks hanging in a Chinese restaurant, before a slightly smiling cook. (I like to use my own art work where possible so have done my own copy of it above.)

Here’s the poem:

At a Restaurant On Mott

There is something about the Chinese,
at least when it comes to
restaurants, that does not consider
Ping (the little white duck
of my childhood who wafted
paper-lantern-like down an
unscrolled Yangtze river, among
junks of pen, ink, watercolor.)

There is something that smiles
as wide as a ladle, that
gleams with anticipatory,
and unmitigated,
satisfaction
at the sight, for example, of a chicken’s foot
streaming with small galaxies
of golden globules.

There is something that doggedly
digests the dog-eat-dogness of this
world in a way that the limp cartilage of
my vegetarian fingers simply cannot grasp;
a realism as rooted as
galic/ginger/turnips/webbed feet/hooves,
which my Ping-popping
anemia could probably profit from.

Nonetheless, I’ll stick to the tofu.

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21 Comments on ““Magpie Tales” – Ping and Less Ping.”

  1. tess kincaid's avatar tess kincaid Says:

    I have the best memory of Captain Kangaroo reading Ping to me…lovely write…lovely art…thank you…


  2. I get you. I see no solution. Life eats life and the divisions that center on the human species are artificial if understandable. Some of the biology writers in the last fifty years have pointed out that the planet as a whole may not view us the same as we do.


  3. You are so incredibly talented….. I feel so honored just to read this. “…..among junks of pen, inks, and watercolors….”

    If I ever look down at a bowl of Chinese soup before me and see a chicken foot, first I am going to throw up, then I am going to think of you……..

  4. laurie kolp's avatar laurie kolp Says:

    You have me looking at food in a different light… but I don’t think I can stomach tofu.

  5. Martin's avatar Martin Says:

    Some really nice lines here, “There is something that smiles
    as wide as a ladle…” for instance.

  6. Other Mary's avatar Other Mary Says:

    I’m not a flesh eater either. There are some amazing phrases in this….I particularly like, ‘ wafted/paper-lantern-like,’ ‘something that smiles/ as wide as a ladle’ and ‘satisfaction/ at the sight, for example, of a chickenโ€™s foot/streaming with small galaxies/of golden globules.’ Wonderful piece!

  7. brian miller's avatar brian miller Says:

    i doubt the world wll ever give upon the live eating life…even the plant and vegetables have feelings dont they? smiles.

  8. Margaret's avatar Margaret Says:

    Ah, Ping!

    in a way that the limp cartilage of
    my vegetarian fingers simply cannot grasp;

    I liked this a lot. I am a meat eater but don’t really understand why, I suppose, as I love animals… I guess my meat eating fingers can’t grasp it either.

  9. Isabel Doyle's avatar Isabel Doyle Says:

    I remember Ping and his waddling! And there was one about brothers who could not be drowned …

    Great poem and illustration.

  10. Shers's avatar Shers Says:

    Me too. I’ll stick to the tofu as well!


  11. I love your poem but also the sketch based on the image!

  12. Morning's avatar Morning Says:

    This is charming and entertaining.

    ๐Ÿ™‚


  13. That one went quickly, and nicely… ๐Ÿ™‚

    I wonder, though… if you hadn’t met Puck, would you still like Tofu just as much?

    Cheers,
    Arnab Majumdar on SribbleFest.com

  14. Trellissimo's avatar Trellissimo Says:

    Some nice use of imagery here.


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