What I'm Made Of

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.

Comments

Sherry Blue Sky said…
I love this, strawberries, ice and all.
Magaly Guerrero said…
Your closing lines made me cackle with pure delight. Delicious!
Sanaa Rizvi said…
I am literally swooning over that last stanza! Gorgeous write, Shay ❤️
Rommy said…
The tone is so perfect. It really captures your spirit Shay.
Angie said…
as a reader, your words are all i need to know:) nicely done
Dani H said…
i LOVE this, SP!

hope you're enjoying being retired, sweetie.

Sioux Roslawski said…
Shay--I love the "shards of ice" in the first stanza. It so contrasts with all the "nice" things...
hedgewitch said…
A lively and just slightly snarky incantation, totally suiting the mercurial but constant Gemini who wrote it. I love the ending.
Cloudia said…
I love the simple power of this
Kerry O'Connor said…
The secret is in the spice! Never tell.
Julian said…
Nice poetry here.
Delicious, delightful – and I love that wicked wink at the end.
Sreeja said…
...an enchanting person...!
grapeling said…
you are the bleeping bomb, Shay ~
Margaret said…
sassy & sweet. Perfect.