Sugar and spice
and all things nice;
red strawberries and
shards of ice.
North wind, south wind,
night bird's call;
prayer and peaches and
folderol.
Some from the heart and
some for show;
wouldn't you, honey,
just love to know.
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for "I Am Made Of..." at Toads.
I love this, strawberries, ice and all.
ReplyDeleteYour closing lines made me cackle with pure delight. Delicious!
ReplyDeleteI am literally swooning over that last stanza! Gorgeous write, Shay ❤️
ReplyDeleteThe tone is so perfect. It really captures your spirit Shay.
ReplyDeleteas a reader, your words are all i need to know:) nicely done
ReplyDeletei LOVE this, SP!
ReplyDeletehope you're enjoying being retired, sweetie.
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Shay--I love the "shards of ice" in the first stanza. It so contrasts with all the "nice" things...
ReplyDeleteA lively and just slightly snarky incantation, totally suiting the mercurial but constant Gemini who wrote it. I love the ending.
ReplyDeleteI love the simple power of this
ReplyDeleteThe secret is in the spice! Never tell.
ReplyDeleteNice poetry here.
ReplyDeleteI love this!
ReplyDeleteDelicious, delightful – and I love that wicked wink at the end.
ReplyDelete...an enchanting person...!
ReplyDeleteyou are the bleeping bomb, Shay ~
ReplyDeletesassy & sweet. Perfect.
ReplyDeleteSo, Geminis are twin turbos, eh? Glynda and Elphada coquettish and dire. My Leo just got lost either way chasing 'em. Hootishly assembled here.
ReplyDeleteAwesome.
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