Wednesday, April 18, 2012

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.
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


  1. Your hubby did a great job!

    Got me licking my lips! Custard cream - yum!

    Hope you will stop by!

    Have a fulfilling day!

  2. I like the poem. Fun post! Hope you made it through your day okay yesterday.

    1. Thanks Joy. We managed all right the other day, and things seem to be getting back to normal.

  3. I love it! You should put it on a carved/engraved cutting board and hang it in your kitchen.

  4. I'm a foodie, so I enjoyed this poem. Cream and custard, yum!