dress me up with a border of blueberries
or a swath of strawberries I can fling
over my sweet shoulder draped in whipped
cream, pinch my crust into heart shaped
patterns glazed in butter and brown sugar.
Hug my apricot filling with crenulated
lattices, place me on pristine doilies
laid on Grandmother’s china serving platter,
cut me with the Emperor’s silver saber
with its jewel encrusted handle and serve
my finest slice to the Queen.
3 comments:
This is simply beautiful, Jenny.
I love it!
Please give me more poem prompts.
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