Sold mainly at Christmas
Similar to fruit cake.
Spiced with ground cinnamon
Studded with candied peel
Sultanas, nuts, raisins
Soft marzipan centre.
Save a big slice for me!
Categories:
sultanas, christmas, food,
Form: Pleiades
Sing a song of Christmas, here in the UK,
Hands are making pastry for the festive day.
Fill with ripe sultanas, candied peel and spice,
Pop them in the oven, they'll be ready in a trice!
Mince pies are delicious, with a cup of tea.
Tantalising flavours work in harmony.
Jazz them up with sherry, lemon juice for zest,
Always have some ready for that unexpected guest!
Just a word of warning, bridle any greed.
All in moderation is a worthwhile creed.
One more for the road you may see as a boon,
But when indigestion strikes, I think you'll change your tune!
13/12/18
( Best sung to the tune of 'sing a song of sixpence nursery rhyme!)
Punny Holiday Pies Poetry Contest : sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
Categories:
sultanas, christmas, food,
Form: Rhyme
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Categories:
sultanas, baby,
Form: I do not know?
Waiting for him to come home in my sexy low cut short black dress
To tangle my fingers around his curly blond hair
Kiss those soft lips the flame of my desire
Start a fire we cannot put out
Tonight marks our one-year wedding anniversary living and loving in paradise
I've prepared a candlelight dinner for two
Persimmon and Pomegranate salad
Quail in rose petals sauce
Couscous, with sultanas and pistachio
Garnished the plates with rose buds to set the mood
With a glass of fruity Pinot Noir red wine to warm and intoxicate the night
For dessert a wonderful strawberries and blueberries vanilla cream pie
To play and tease letting lips meet and kiss starting a flame of desire
Served out on the veranda under the romantic soft glow of the entertaining moon light and
A million stars with soft music and sweet fragrance of lavender wisteria as it perfumes the garden
I patiently wait for him at the door
Take his things and bathe myself in his hug and kiss placing my head against his chest and whisper
Happy Anniversary
Touching my soul memories being made binding our love with strawberries and wine
10/15/2015
Categories:
sultanas, anniversary, romantic,
Form: Free verse
Wrinkle at the line
creams for the age gap!
Holiday in France this year
friends, friends fill an hour.
Or two. Home I say:
danced to nostalgia
in boxes and mind pills.
Then straight jacketed.
Sweet as sultanas
The dreams curbed me in.
A beam houses in Ghent,
One you lived with me
wrinkles our deep lines
for filling water
gaps between here and there.
Yet you & I will see.
Categories:
sultanas, introspection, love, nostalgia,
Form: Dramatic Monologue