Friday, September 3, 2010

Toasting Marshmallows: An Original Poem

I love September! The days are still warm. The nights are cooler. There's less humidity. Crickets serenade us loudly at night. It's a wonderful time of the year to camp out...or to have a barbecue.
That's why I selected a poem I wrote about toasting marshmallows to post for this holiday weekend.
Toasting Marshmallows

I pierce
two candied clouds…
a pair of whipped sugar pillows
with a wooden stick,
toast them over the campfire
till they’re warm and brown
and their insides ooze
sticky white lava
when I bite in.


Jane Heitman Healy said...

Yum, yum! Great imagery, Elaine.

Mary Lee said...

I agree -- YUM!!!