Well, summer is back, with a vengeance! However, the main attraction this week is that amazing moon up in the sky, shining so brightly over all below.
One poetry prompt site, IGWRT, has even selected the blue moon for its focus with the stipulation that the “blue moon” term, itself, not be used in the poem. This is where the prompt led me!
SUNDAY SIGNATURE DESSERT!
It haunts me,
sitting up there
like a dish of blanc mange
my mother’s favourite dessert.
Vanilla flavoured delight
so savoured by my seven siblings
to me it remained
a dishful of untempting molten mess—
no Eton for me!
Each weekly dinner
I only gazed at the creamy pudding,
carefully selecting each of the ten red berries
resting atop this serving—
a little orb planted for each family member—
a treat so sweet!
© 2013 Patricia A. McGoldrick
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Oh, that would be a chilling sight then! lol
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:))
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Love this Patricia, in particular, how you begin with the association of the moon and whittle it down to picking berries of the top of a less favorable dessert. Brilliant! I really appreciate the direction this prompt took you!
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Izy, I really appreciate your comments, the way you followed through the lines. Whittle is such a great interpretation! 🙂
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The moon it seems does not appeal to your palate..At least you had the red berries. Love it!
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Ironically, perhaps, the moon is so beautiful but somehow that pudding image came to mind as I thought of lunar inspiration without mentioning “moon” words. Glad you liked it, Susie. Berries, black or red, always are a treat, like a “blue moon”!
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I especially love the ten red berries, one for each family member. THAT is sweet!
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Thanks so much, Sherry!
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Sounds so yummy. ..so every time you look at the moon, you crave a sweet? …could lead to trouble 🙂
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Thankfully, no, not every time I look at the moon do I think of sweets, only when a prompt inspires to circle around the moon. 🙂
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I really like the closing lines. Very cool!
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Thanks! Glad you liked the finish!
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I love the memories attached to this descriptive piece, Patricia! Wonderful. ♥
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Thanks, Hannah! Funny how memories are triggered by the now of our lives. 🙂
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The moon can certainly be a haunting sight, and obviously blanc mange haunted you. What a fascinating take on the prompt. I love it.
When I was sick, my grandmother used to make me blanc mange, baked custard, rice pudding, and tapioca pudding, so they all mean love to me.
Well done!
K
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Thanks so much, Kay.
Butter tarts, tea biscuits and apple pie translate for me! 🙂
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As sweetly painful as only nostalgia can be.
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You picked the correct word for the theme, here, Kerry. When I thought of the moon I had seen and the challenge of this prompt, somehow it brought to mind this dessert tradition–nostalgia!
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