Friday, September 12, 2008

Pudding: An Original Poem

Here’s Pudding, a poem I wrote for a collection I was working on earlier this year. When the focus of the collection changed, I decided not to include it in my manuscript.

I still remember my mother cooking chocolate pudding, cooling it in the fridge, and then serving it to us with a big dollop of freshly whipped cream. Yum!

by Elaine Magliaro

In the bowl before me…
a puddle of sweet mud
topped with a dollop
of whipped cream.

I scoop up a spoonful
of pudding.
Silky smooth,
it slides
into my mouth,
slips over my tongue,
soothes my aching sweet tooth
in a pool of milk chocolate.


Yesterday, I posted a poem by Noble Prize winner Wislawa Szymborska entitled Photograph from September 11.

At Blue Rose Girls, I have another poem by Szymborska entitled Hunger at Camp Jaslo.

Jennie has the Poetry Friday Roundup at Biblio File.


jama said...

Love your yummy poem, Elaine. I want to do a Pudding Month on my blog sometime :).

Elaine Magliaro said...


A Pudding Month? That sounds interesting. I don't think I've had pudding--except for bread pudding--in a couple of decades.

Anonymous said...

Oooo, yummy-dreamy. I may need to treat my girls to some this afternoon....

Anonymous said...

I can almost taste it!

Karen Edmisten said...

Oh, Elaine, I think it's time for you to have pudding again!

Anonymous said...

Okay, I'm hungry. Yum...