Phyllo
Sweet taste of baclava.
Drizzled honey.
Crunchy walnuts.
Hint of nutmeg.
Warmed to delicate crispness.
My mouth waters.
Eyes light with delight.
Nose twitches in anticipation.
But…….
Here I stand at midnight.
My kitchen a doughy mess.
Rolling and re-rolling phyllo dough
My trials and tribulations
on display with cracked
and torn doughy pieces
spread across the counter.
Exhausted, ready to give up.
The baklava seems miles away.
Time wasted proving I can’t
make phyllo dough.
I slouch in my chair.
Depression seeps into my soul.
Then, with a grin, I remember
my favorite Greek restaurant opens
in the morning.
Categories:
phyllo, humor,
Form: Free verse
six layers of phyllo
sheets slathered in butter
sauteed spinach 'tween each
several kinds of cheese
savory parmesan
sharp crumbles of feta
served while crispy and hot
Categories:
phyllo, food,
Form: Pleiades
Tasty, oh so
fine, this dough, thin
phyllo pastry.
No ifs or buts,
the walnuts, chopped,
are what’s inside.
For your money,
pure honey, not
runny, is best.
And Turkish? Shriek!
Yes, unique, but
it’s Greek to me.
Categories:
phyllo, food,
Form: Than-Bauk
My Restless Pillow
Crying in my pillow,
my limbs hanging
as feeble and limp
as a weeping willow.
Drowning my sorrows
in mounds of raspberry
stuffed cheesecake phyllo,
running from my regretful
days in ten gallon hat Texas,
when I spent my days
walking with the gray armadillo..
Categories:
phyllo, funny
Form: Free verse