When I was old enough, my mom
Would send me to the store,
Specifically, the bakery,
For treats I did adore.
But first, I had to ask them for
A rye bread they would slice,
With seeds, of course, or else
A pumpernickel would suffice.
And then some Linzer tarts for her,
Those filled with berry jam;
Then finally, the cakes
That made me happy as a clam.
Their name was Charlotte Russe,
A sponge cake in a cardboard sleeve,
With whipped cream and a cherry –
Just too perfect to believe!
They put them in a cardboard box
For me and my two bros
And tied it with a red-striped string,
As all of Brooklyn knows.
Today I wouldn’t like them –
Linzer tarts have more appeal –
But with a Charlotte Russe, back then,
How happy I would feel!
Categories:
linzer, food, memory,
Form: Rhyme
“In the Kitchen Cabinets” he’s looking
“Linzer Tart”her hubby will be cooking
"Eighty-Eight Pounds of Plastic”
“Noodle pudding” fantastic
“Eating Al Fresco” Ilene’s now booking
“Before the sun” sets they sit down to eat
“A dozen ducklings” arrive off the street
“Unwanted company” brood
“Easy Pickings” for free food
“Recipes of old” they cannot be beat!
All the words in bold are title’s of poems by Ilene Bauer.
Capture the Essence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Margarita Lillico
01/22/21
Categories:
linzer, for her, poetess, tribute,
Form: Acrostic
A bakery box was waiting
When my key unlocked the door.
Today’s the day of Valentines –
I knew what it was for.
I slit it open, took a look
And broke into a grin,
For something that I truly love
Was nestled there within.
It was a heart-shaped cookie,
Filled with berry jam inside.
For you who know me oh so well
Knew just what to provide.
I will indulge tonight and eat
This lovely Linzer tart,
A perfect symbol of the reason
That you stole my heart.
Categories:
linzer, food, holiday, love,
Form: Rhyme