Fried Green Spinach

Fried Green Spinach prose poem

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Walking in the bush, late in the afternoon: Spring winding trails
Among Plantae et Animalia.
An independent world —Sort of realm of alien species
Welcomes your senses with a storm of small flies (genus Drosophila)
Which playfully floods the air, all of a sudden, humming
Around and annoying each other like microscopic crazy drones.

In a clearing, from upon a large fig tree recalling to mind Buddha’s
Sacred one, or better the ones from the Bible —Ficus carica
A nimble Blackbird —Turdus merula, Passeriformes
Greets you with a cheerful and melodious warble —Song from
The land of the Living
To make you dream of a quite different life.

Then, the stench of putrefaction attracts your eyes on the huge number
Of teeming Diptera maggots —Musca (genus)
Feeding on the rotting flesh of what was once a pigeon (Columba livia)

At dusk, unable to participate fully in such a world, distressed and
Without a fig leaf behind which to shelter, You command Yourself
To be expelled
From your own, trifling Garden of Eden. Thus
You get away, unnoticed —You too, like everything else, recalled
To dust.

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“Kings Prefer Cheese Over Fried Green Spinach” : it recalls the order of taxonomy in biology [: Kingdom, Phylum, Class, Order, Family, Genus, Species].
Buddha achieved enlightenment under a large and old sacred fig tree (Ficus religiosa).
“.. each man under his own vine and fig tree..” (Bible, Kings 4:25)
“The Expulsion from the Garden of Eden”, fresco by Masaccio dated 1424-1425, Brancacci Chapel, church of Santa Maria del Carmine, Florence — Cosimo III de’ Medici (1642–1723), three centuries after the fresco was painted, ordered that fig leaves be added to conceal the genitals of the figures [they were removed in the 1980s when the painting was fully restored].

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Born in Tuscany, Italy. Currently living close to Florence and to Vinci, Leonardo's hometown. Doctor in Medicine, specialized in Neurosurgery, with an ancient passion for Poetry. Author of more than 1300 poems, in 13 collections. Among them: «A Chisciotte» [«To Quijote»], soon to be published as ebook.E-books published: . - «THE CHINESE GARDENS - English Poems» - English Edition [+ Italian Edition: «I Giardini Cinesi»]; . - «KARUMI - Haiku & Tanka»; . - «Allo Specchio di Me Stesso» ['At The Mirror of Myself'], (Italian Edition); . - «Il Vento e il Fiume» ['The Wind & The River'], (Italian Edition); . - " At The Crossing Of Seven Winds" (Anthology of Poetry - by 7 Authors: Fabrizio Frosini, Daniel J. Brick, Galina Italyanskaya, Diane Hine, Mallika Menon, Leah Ayliffe, Abby Sze); . - " Nine Tales Of Creation" (Anthology of Poetry - by 9 Authors: Fabrizio Frosini, Daniel J.Brick, Dilantha Gunawardana, Lawrence Beck, Maia Padua, Mihaela Pirjol, Niken Kusuma Wardani, Simone Inez Harriman, S.zaynub Kamoonpuri); . - " Scattering Dreams & Tales" (Anthology of Poetry - by 13 Authors: Fabrizio Frosini, Daniel J. Brick, Leah Ayliffe, Lawrence Beck, Dilantha Gunawardana, Simone Inez Harriman, Diane Hine, Galina Italyanskaya, Mallika Menon, Maia Padua, Mihaela Pirjol, Abby Sze, Niken Kusuma Wardani); . - " We Are The Words - Siamo Parole" (Anthology of Poetry - BILINGUAL: ENGLISH-ITALIAN- poems by 13 Authors: Fabrizio Frosini, Daniel J. Brick, Leah Ayliffe, Lawrence Beck, Dilantha Gunawardana, Simone Inez Harriman, Diane Hine, Galina Italyanskaya, Mallika Menon, Maia Padua, Mihaela Pirjol, Abby Sze, Niken Kusuma Wardani - translated by F.Frosini); . - " Whispers to the World - Sussurri al Mondo" (Anthology of Poetry - BILINGUAL: ENGLISH-ITALIAN- poems by 10 Authors: Fabrizio Frosini, Daniel J. Brick, Yewande Adedokun, Afrooz Jafarinoor, Birgitta Abimbola Heikka, Eunice Masumbuko, Asoke Kumar Mitra, Istvan Molnar, Nel Omofolarin, Gina Teel - translated by F.Frosini); . Some of my poems are also published in the Anthology " Riflessi 62" (Italian Edition) , edited by Pagine Srl.. ---> for the books published at Smashwords, go to: www.smashwords.com/profile/view/dottfrosini---> for the books published at AMAZON, go to: http://www.amazon.com/Fabrizio-Frosini/e/B014HA8ZUA. My own poetry collections [from the latest to the first one]: - 13. raccolta «The Chinese gardens - English Poems» - 12. raccolta «Allo Specchio di me stesso» - 11. raccolta «Nella luce confusa del crepuscolo» - 10. raccolta «Karumi - Haiku & Tanka» - 09. raccolta «A Chisciotte» [«To Quijote»] e altre poesie - 08. poema. «La Città dei Vivi e dei Morti» [epic poem of 1250 verses] - 07. raccolta «Il Vento e il Fiume» e altre Poesie - 06. raccolta «La Chiave dei Sogni» [«La Clef des Rêves»] - 05. raccolta «Echi e Rompicapi» [«Puzzles and Echoes»] - 04. raccolta «Ballate e altre Cadenze» - 03. raccolta «Frammenti di Memoria» [«Carmina et Fragmenta»] - 02. raccolta «Il puro, l'impuro» [«Kosher / Treyf»] - 01. raccolta «Versi dispersi nel vento»Fabrizio Frosini
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Chandrama Deshmukh
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@fabrizio_f Brilliant!
This poem is so different from the usual jargon. I kept wandering with the references but the footnotes made it easy to comprehend.
I am amazed at the way you have weaved history with poetry. Truly impressive.
The way this poem ends leaves the reader thinking.
…and that bio is mighty impressive 🙂
Glad to connect.

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