Saturday, November 10, 2012

(Language) Barriers

The Day 10 prompt from Poem-a-Day is by Linda Hofke, use a word from a foreign language in a poem or in your title. I admit it. Mine is silly. My attempt is below.

Photo by Heather Sorenson

He confiscated her leathery glove, 
kissed her hand with Czechoslovakian 
lips, then passed over a Danish with amorous
eyes and said, “Láska.” She took a nibble, giving
a nod in agreement. It was tasty. 

But she was not there 
to eat. Waiting to “carfuffle” as she 
had suggested, baseball bats, protective 
gear stashed in hiding 
inside her car, jazzed to take on 
rebels in style. 

He knew that word, “carfuffle,” his wife
had whispered it into his ear at night. Now,
inside his car were champagne, caviar, 
ready to take her, the tasty one, on 
without the bother of language 
getting in the way.



  1. Replies
    1. LOL ... YOU are quite adorable, Pearl. :-)
      Thank you for visiting.

  2. I like it and I always find it so funny that the Americans say "a Danish" for what we, here in Denmark, call "wienerbrød" which means "bread from Vienna."

    1. That is pretty funny! I wonder what people in Vienna call it. (I should ask my cousins that live there, I suppose.)
      Thank you for visiting, Andrea!