i spread a basket of entrees-
bread of tulipped wheat
jam of lilac & lemon jelly
mudcookies & appled plum wine
you bring the orangeist sunflowers
with the plumpiest pillows & blankets-
we hug-cuddle as long-lost sisters
and oohed-aahed over orange cake
i place the buttersnaps & sugarwiches
on caramel daisied plates
there's gossip to be pickled & traded
& poems to read & spooned over
fresh pinappple bits-
we are going to have
the yarrowest & amberberried
picnic in the park
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Meeting the Bar: Word play. Join us for a fun way of writing poems - playing with words. Thanks for your visits and comments.
You forgot the Champagne!
ReplyDeleteYes of course. Thank you.
DeleteHow delightful! This picnic and sister-talk, the best kind!
ReplyDeleteThat sounds like a picnic from a children's story, or a dream. The kind of food that floats away when you try to take a piece. Lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteI'm oohing and ahhing over your orangeist poetry and yarrowy prompt, Grace!
ReplyDeleteI love the pickled gossip!! So tasty.
ReplyDeleteAs usual, Grace, your poetry beautifully awakens all our senses. Magnificent.
ReplyDeleteWhat an enchanting piece of writing , Grace! You create a most delightful scene of sisterhood poeming.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely moment you describe here for us, Grace! I enjoyed all the accents of orange accentuating the warmth of the scene, and the mouth-watering feast. Love the third stanza especially with the poems and gossip to be traded :-)
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