Funny that gooey pastry Should stick in my mind For half a century, Thin-layered sponge cake Sugar-walled by raspberry glue Like blood oozing from pinched flesh.
We gobbled it greedily, Allowed only one slice each. When it was gone we licked our fingers For the rest of the day.
I often wondered how it would taste Eaten with the fresh snow piled in the garden, Itís redness oozing into that anemic frost.
How I have longed for the iron energy, Calories of sustainable combustion, On all those limp gray days of later. That sugar-blast imagination Peculiar to childhood - - Raspberry-seeded laughter and The delectable sweetness of lavish loving. CHRISTMAS CAKE
[This message has been edited by Balladeer (12-30-2010 09:51 PM).]
Promises are important. We do get a lot of them in childhood, and some in early adulthood, too, that are important... and not so good when broken, as so many of us have found out. Those who broke them, well, justice will be served, like Christmas cake, only less pleasant, I reckon.
Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA