Paleolithic Era<\/p>\n
I would guess it was a woman
\nwho first discovered berries
\ngrowing wild outside their cave;
\nbunches of plump blueberries,
\nand red raspberries harvested
\nfrom prickly vines.<\/p>\n
I would say it was that same woman,
\nan innovator born eons before her time
\nwho crushed berries into a red compote
\nto pour over roasted glyptodon, a blue glaze
\non spitted wooly mammoth, a semisweet
\ndressing poured over ferns and green leaves.<\/p>\n
I can see her with her favorite stone,
\nthe one that fit perfect in her palm
\nand the berries in wooden bowls
\nshe carved herself, crushing them
\nwith smooth, practiced movements,
\nkeeping them divided.<\/p>\n
And then hubby comes along,
\nsweaty from a hunt, looking for a bowl;
\nwhen her back is turned, he dumps
\nred berries into blueberries; she rails
\nat him to go dig up some roots and
\nlegumes, just go away.<\/p>\n
Exasperated, she\u2019s tempted to dump ~ J R Turek\u00a0 \u00a0 Hour 6<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Paleolithic Era I would guess it was a woman who first discovered berries growing wild outside their cave; bunches of plump blueberries, and red raspberries harvested from prickly vines. I would say it was that same woman, an innovator born eons before her time who…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1325,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-132321","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132321","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1325"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=132321"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132321\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":132385,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132321\/revisions\/132385"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=132321"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=132321"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=132321"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe mixture but stirs it, considers
\nthe vibrant color, tastes it, smiles,
\nrugged hands on sturdy hips and viola!<\/em>
\nMeet the Paleolithic Julia Child,
\npatent pending creating edible purple.<\/p>\n