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I saw this a few weeks ago and found it quite delicious.

"Eating Poetry
by Mark Strand

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.

I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark."

Very cute and clever.

I don’t know why there are dogs coming up from the basement, I’m sure they represent something interesting but I like how he transforms into one himself – hungry, wild and free.
I also love that my kids can read and enjoy almost as much as I do. My son says that he's a werewolf - perhaps instead of a full fat moon, he transforms through full fat words.

Very unique; cleverly and imaginatively expressed. Really enjoyed your skillful words.

Hi Carolyn, yes the poet has a fantastic imagination and view of things. It's by a poet name Mark Strand who is at the top of my Christmas list this year. I just discovered him a few months ago and he is very quickly becoming one of my favourites.

Keeping Things Whole

In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.

We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.

– by Mark Strand