Poems from the Writing Workshop

We had a really great writing workshop last week, and the poems were so good that we asked the writers if we could share them.

The theme was food and this is what a couple of our writers came up with…

Okay so it’s a Saturday and I’m feeling like picking me up a weekend treat so I pop into my local McDonald’s and order a quarter pounder with cheese meal. A few minutes later it arrives at my table and I go to take a bite out of the burger and instantly feel deep regret and the urge to want to reverse time and tell my younger less experienced with knowledge self about what’s going to happen. Oh boy oh boy how much I hate pickles! They are revolting and make me want ro be sick whenever I see someone munching down on a pickle. It makes no sense to me to put a pickle in a burger. It just does not go together. When will they learn! It needs to go. It must. 

By Josh Ward

Marmite, is it made of mites?

This might sound like a stupid and bizarre question, but I don’t think it is.

The reason I ask this is because it tastes so strong. So potent. So vile. 

An awful aftertaste that lingers in my mouth hours later. 

How can people love it, JUST HOW???!!!

As a child, the thought of tasting Marmite just gave me a fright.

The only way to avoid the terrible taste of it was to put up a fight. 

A fight against my whole mouth being defeated.

Defeated and overpowered by that tedious tang. 

It’s now in chocolate.

IN CHOCOLATE??!!! HOW CAN THAT BE???!!!!

Just how can such a delicious food be ruined by this terrible tripe?

It’s also in peanut butter too.

Great, another favourite food of mine ruined!

Maybe it’s just me?

Maybe there was something wrong with my tastebuds as a child?

Maybe they’ve now changed? Matured? 

I decide to find out once and for all to see if that this is the case. 

I get out a spoon. I get out a jar of Marmite. 

I open the jar of Marmite.

I dunk the spoon into it and scoop a fair portion into my mouth. 

YUCK! I put the spoon down into the sink. I spit it out. 

It’s definitively not me, it’s Marmite. 

By Parisa Tavassolian

If you’re keen to get involved in one of The Shouting Mute Online Writing Workshops, or if you have any writing you would like us to share on your behalf email dave@theshoutingmute.com

The Shouting Mute leading a creative writing workshop at 1Voice

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