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.
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6 comments:
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!
Sweet and delicious poem, Elaine. Wishing you and your family a warm and fuzzy Easter weekend!
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."
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.
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!
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!)
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