Note to Ode Enthusiasts: This is a ten line stanza in iambic pentameter following the scheme ABAB and a Miltonian sestet CDEDCE. Styled after the first stanza of Keats’ Ode On A Grecian Urn, and guaranteed to fall short.
Warning: Elizabethan tone ahead
What magic doth transpire 'tween mind and pot That warmly welcometh what once formed cage, But now is seasoned, salted, shredded, brought To tenderness thy hand hath come to gauge. I sense the bay leaf draping sprigs of thyme, Its fragrance courting parsley laying soft Upon a bed of blushing carrots and Rosemary aromatic, wont to waft Toward my sense olfactory till I’m Impassioned forth to rise and kiss thine hand.