of homemade cherry pie ice cream delight
from the darkened void a brief respite;
these cravings camouflage unspoken fright.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration~ Poetry Jam: picture & Carry On Tuesday: “Beware thoughts that come in the night,” (opening lines of William Least Heat-Moon’s novel Blue Highways)
13 comments:
Comfort food as midnight snacks...did you know my Mother in law?
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Nice one.
Midnight snacks. So dangerous, and somehow even more delicious because you know you shouldn't!
Oh yum ... a forbidden delight makes for more fright -- at least on a diet night!
We maybe on a similar vein with this !
love your pie analogy, thanks!
You are as smooth as the finest French dessert. I love reading your words!
oh but cherry pie would be so good...much better than what is hiding in my closet, or under my bed...or what walks in my mind...
Thanks... I'd much prefer anything caramel. It oozes through my mind.
I don't need the middle of the night to go for the dessert ... my biggest weakness. Nice piece!
This poem made me laugh! :) Love the twist of the cherry pie. Unique and refreshing. I am a veteran bedtime dessert felon. Guilty! :)
Thank you for the laugh! Your midnight delight sounds more scrumptious than my night thoughts of ciabatta bread oozing garlic butter.
Very amusing but great truth nonetheless!
Knock-out! Poe and pudding.
Delicious poetry, Laurie!
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