Fishcake Promise aka Fishy Promise
You promised me
fishcakes with tartar sauce,
splashes of lemon and malt,
potatoes and brussel sprouts
roasted with garlic and dill.
Headed home,
I stopped at dessertery,
mouth-watering at sugared air.
Home: you weren’t there,
except for your lingering
wrong smell of certain deceit.
Mish is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Mish wants us to write a 44-word poem using the word fish.
Tao Talk 
Well that’s different Lisa! I love the play on words in the title, and the ‘potatoes and Brussel sprouts roasted with garlic and dill’ made my mouth water. I think our noses are designed to pick up on the ‘lingering wrong smell of certain deceit’.
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Thanks much, Kim. Who knows why the muse writes what she writes. She insisted on the fishcakes and was disappointed when they weren’t there for her.
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You’re welcome, Lisa.
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Such a great take Lisa – love it 🙌
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Thanks, Ange!
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a little bit hungry after reading this
much♡love
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Gillena, I got hungry writing it. Thanks!
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OH NO! Where is that dinner (first stanza a favorite meal of mine) I will come help you find ‘the bozo.’ Love this quadrille, Lisa.
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Helen I was hungry for that meal also. Instead I had to eat key lime pie :) Let bozo run away with the circus.
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Hmm…something does smell fishy, but its not fish. An intriguing quadrille indeed. At least you had dessert!
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Thanks, Mish. I just told Helen I had key lime instead. It’s all good.
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mouth-watering at sugared air.
Love that line!
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Thanks, Melissa!
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Eat whatcha got, I say. Delicious quad!
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Ron thanks much. Sending you a piece of key lime pie through the pixels. Enjoy!
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Oh, this was fabulous. I knew he was stinking fish when he didn’t show up! 💜
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LOL it’s all Mish’ fault!
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How dark, how intriguing, how fun!
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Kim, thanks much!
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I like this different take on the prompt. Nice poem.
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Arcadia thank you :)
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I love this, your description of his promise is delicious but my favorite is your line “lingering wrong smell of certain deceit”
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Thanks, glad you liked it, Lisa :)
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A great ending, Lisa!
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Thanks, Dwight :)
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You are welcome, Lisa.
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Nothing smells as obvious as certain deceit.
Wonderful vignette, Lisa
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For sure, Nancy. Thank you.
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Most welcome, Lisa.
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Hmm not a good fish at all. Excellent
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Nope. Thanks, Di <3
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Man, I wish I had this superpower, The ability to notice the “lingering
wrong smell of certain deceit.” Man, that would’ve made my divorce go through a lot faster. This is a nice palm and sad as well. Thank you for posting it.
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Aaron, Clarissa Pinkola-Estes calls it, “The Wolf’s Eyelash.” We live and we learn. You are welcome.
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Well, that is interesting. I’ll look it up.❤️❤️❤️
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:)
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Clever and artful use of the prompt, Lisa!
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Susan, thanks so much.
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Lisa, I feel the turn in “your lingering / wrong smell of certain deceit” so sharply—like betrayal wafting in the air. There’s something beautifully unsettling about how the sweetness of the promised meal collapses into absence.
~David
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David, I appreciate your feedback on it. It’s what I was trying to convey but didn’t know if it succeeded. Thank you.
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It very much succeeded!
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<3
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Ah, heartbreak. I hope you had purchased a wonderful dessert and dessertery and ate it all!!!!
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Key Lime Pie and I gave one piece away and ate the rest. (a fictional story but other scenarios close enough to give the same effect) Thanks, Judy <3
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I thought perhaps it was..A great story either way
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<3
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He sounds fishy to me. Good riddance.
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Mary, good riddance is right. He was like the little girl with a curl in the middle of her forehead. The weighing is the beginning of the end.
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Hold the tartar sauce!
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What do you like on your fish?
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nothing except a pinch of salt!
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Oh I’m SO hungry now, looking at the photo–I love fish (mostly cod, salmon and tuna). Great write–have a blessed week! (and I like my fish with apple cider vinegar spritzed on it!)
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Sorry for whetting your appetite, Rene. Thank you. I use malt vinegar but have never tried apple cider spritzed on it. Sounds tasty :)
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It’s very tasty!!😁
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That must’ve hurt.
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I’m sure it must have, Sadje. She doesn’t want to face the truth about her partner.
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Sadness! This leads to further headaches
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i now want some brussel sprouts as well! And love “dessertery” though the ending was unexpected..
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Vidya, I had roasted brussel sprouts last night. They made me hungry for them also :) Thank you for reading and your comment.
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What an ending, Lisa! What a disappointment he was! Lol! Great poem!
Yvette M Calleiro :-)
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Yvette, he sure was. I had high hopes :(
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This is a great poem, Lisa 🍟🍤
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Thanks, Robbie <3
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The savoury, the sweet, the anticipation ends with – maybe – bitter, so sensate.
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Thanks so much, Paul.
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My pleasure Li ❤️
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<3
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