Friday, April 18, 2014

MARSHMALLOW CHICKS: A Poem for Easter





Here is my poetry selection for the Friday before Easter. It’s about PEEPS©--which I used to love to eat when I was a little kid.



MARSHMALLOW CHICKS
By Elaine Magliaro

I hear them peeping

in their package,

beseeching:

Eat me!

Eat me!

I break open

their plastic shell,

hold soft hatchlings

in my hands.

One by one

I savor

a chattering of chicks,

chubby marshmallow chicks

coated with colored sugar.

I lick their bright yellow down

from my fingertips.

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You’ll find the Poetry Friday Roundup over at Life on the Deckle Edge.



6 comments:

Linda said...

Your poem is absolutely delicious! I love those little Peeps too! I think they were only in yellow and pink when we were little. I just bought some purple ones for my grandkids, but I also had to get the traditional yellow ones too, but I saw them in lots of other colors. I even saw some chocolate ones! Happy Easter!

jama said...

Sweet and delicious poem, Elaine. Wishing you and your family a warm and fuzzy Easter weekend!

JoAnn Early Macken said...


What fun--I can almost hear them calling! I love the alliteration in "chattering of chicks, / chubby marshmallow chicks" and the image of "bright yellow down."

Violet N. said...

I don't think I've ever seen Peeps 'in the flesh'. (Not sure we have them in Canada.) This sure sounds like a sweet memory.

Robyn Hood Black said...

Hi, Elaine! So great to see you in the Roundup. Okay, no one else is saying it, but this poem is not only sweet and delicious - there's a wicked deliciousness to it, or is that just because I'm a vegetarian? ;0) Love the voice!

Mary Lee said...

The only way I like peeps is in poetry! They are just too sweet for me!!

I thought of you today when I wrote a "what to do if you are a" poem!!

(hey! the captcha says "retirement" -- glad you are peeking out to join us this month!)