With solstice approaching, we are in the festive season although, still in the midst of the pandemic, we are celebrating with mindful consideration.
In the autumn, I put together a lighthearted collection of poems about biscuits and made a limited number of handmade pamphlets as well as a hardback publication.
It seems appropriate to end the year with a fun poem about indulging in our favourite treats.
19 December 2021
There’s nothing so nice
as a home-made date slice.
Not tempted by brownies or fudge cake
I can see past Victoria sponge.
A creamy meringue doesn’t crack me
and iced buns leave me cold.
Seduced by the generous sweetness of fruit
it’s the biscuit’s the clincher for me.
Let me sink my teeth into
that segment of soft fig roll
or rip a garibaldi complete
and neat from its perforated sheet.