Poetry, and Pastry

One of the things I've loved about this challenge thus far is reading so many original poems.  I love poetry (hence the name of my blog).  I used to write quite a bit, and when I started this blog I had every intention to start writing again.  I've written a few lines now and then, some sections that could be developed, but I don't think I have one complete poem.  Like all writing, poetry takes discipline.  At least enough to sit down and finish something.

 My husband and I once wrote a poem together, back when we were much younger.  I had just read The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, and we played around with the idea of adding a refrain to the poem.  Ed came up with that part, and it's all I really remember:

Through my window gently gleams
the salty sheen of your moonbeams

Anyway, it was my intent to post a poem about pie.  I didn't get around to writing it.  My husband came through for me though, and came up with this short poem fairly quickly.  He has a knack for words, although he doesn't care for them much (unless he's trying to make someone laugh).

Custard, cream,

or fruit-filled.

Lattice-top

Hot or chilled;

Whichever pie you undertake,

Whistle merry as you make,

A slumb’ring circle sweetly bakes,

‘Till golden-kissed, it awakes.

One thing’s for certain:

I need crust.

 --Edward Hull