Fried Pickles

Fried Pickles

A Poem by R.E. Ray

Fried Pickles

 

I was about to surprise you with pickles,

the full jar of dill spears in the fridge,

until I spotted the cottony fuzz

atop the quartered, withered Vlasics,

 

slumping like half-preserved Croats,

waist-deep in their own guts and gore,

their frog-skin capes and white toupees  

huddled behind a stupid bird & brand.

 

I should’ve known!

You looked so guilty every day last week,

your eyes averted, mayonnaise on your lips.

“I’m sorry. I used the pickle juice to make

 

your mother’s potato salad,” you confessed.

Curiously, I then buried them

deep in the back of the fridge

with Freud, Jung, and my childhood love of

 

potato salad ~ minus the formaldehyde.

And, I was about to make us fried pickles.

© 2020 R.E. Ray


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I love it. Capturing moments, however mundane, makes them poignant and underlines how life is made of moments- moments define our reality far more than ethereal imaginations or "deep" emotional epiphanies. I applaud you for capturing an honest, tangible snapshot. I wish more poets played with concrete language like this. On a side note- I wonder if all the commas are needed. A comma gives pause- grammar be damned for a moment- try reading this piece without the breaths and breaks. It flows beautifully. Just a thought. Great work good sir. Cheers!

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R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

Thanks very much for the review Brian, and being the first. This came after finding a jar of such p.. read more



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fried pickles
even without the
dried up fuzz..
doesn't sound too
appetizing

but glad to read your
this poem ..the
title lured me in
but I think the
potatoe salad
would be a fave
With some fried
green tomatoes
added to the menu

This comes together
so nicely ....







Posted 1 Week Ago


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R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

Thanks for your visit, Fran. I admit I love fried pickles and fried green tomatoes. I'm picky about.. read more
you had me on fried pickles then i saw they went south,i`m sure that potato salad was o k though

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 wordman

1 Week Ago

i was in the food business for 14 years,supervisor for 9 born in chickamauga,ga i can fry them pick.. read more
R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

Ah, love that area. I have no doubt you can.
 wordman

1 Week Ago

born and raised just on the outskirts of the battlefield,lot of stories about that
i love this snapshot...
we all grow that fuzz at times...as we age, and someone puts us in the back of the fridge and forgets us.
Some surprises don't taste so well. Blindsided by Mayonnaise lips.
j.

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R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

Thank you, J. Always good to read your reviews.
yuck, pickles.. However i did like this write, awesome writing here

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Kymberleigh (Kym)

1 Week Ago

i lived in TN for a while and never ate a pickle. now moon pies and RC cola were my thing... LOL
R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

Well, I lived in GA for 15 years. So, you were kinda a yankee. :)
Kymberleigh (Kym)

1 Week Ago

now days yes, which saddens me, I lived in southern TN. A place that no one ever heard of. Very smal.. read more
dear R.E. Vlassic pickle juice makes delicious
salad dressing by adding it to mayonnaise with some Catsup...
but not too much. My kind of poem... mouth watering
delicious when not too forgotten hidden in the Fridge.
as ever, Pat

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R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

Thank you, Pat. I always look forward to reading your reviews. Best to you this Saturday.
You truly do make the ordinary into extraordinary. Summer is full of cognizant memories such as this...I made potato salad the other day, and almost cried in it. Your imagery is beyond fascination, Robert.

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R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

Thank you, Kelly. My mother claims the pickle juice (and celery seeds) make the potato salad what i.. read more
I love poems like this. Taking the mundane everyday and turning it into something special. I for one will remember your Fried Pickles for quite sometime Robert :) A thoroughly entertaining read.

Chris

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

Thank you, Chris. Anytime I can put food, mother and Freud in the same poem, I must try it.
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Ha! Quite a combination:)

I'm so glad I ran with my gut feeling this eve.. I was gonna check out one of your other posts but could not resist delving into Fried Pickles.. tis so bloomin graphic and maybe more than just a tad cerebral but any poem that mentions both Jung & formaldehyde in the same breath is gonna get top marks from me... and that other post is just gonna have to learn to be more patient....

Neville :)

Posted 1 Week Ago


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R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

Thanks much, Neville. Great, entertaining review. :)
Neville

1 Week Ago


more than welcome... my pleasure entirely sir..
The story behind a non-story; you've made the mundane almost magical.
Clever, creative and captivating!
Not even gonna ask who eats fried pickles.


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R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

Thank you, Jimmy. And, yes I eat them. Very tasty with cheap cold beer.
I love your little slice of life story. Though it may seem incidental, these are important pieces of one's life; silly things that happen like that, you always remember; and you wrote it in an enjoyable piece.
Fondly, Betty

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

Thanks very much, Betty.
Betty Hermelee

1 Week Ago

You’re welcome, stay safe!

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Added on June 25, 2020
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Tags: poem, poetry, free verse, psychology, mental health, mother issues, Jung, Freud, pickles, fried, history, imagery, potato salad, formaldehyde, RERay


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