Sweet Tooth Lunes
My sweet tooth
wickedly unhealthy, must be resisted
but not yet.
I am making fudge
all for me —
lockdown indulgence.
My friend Bev
whose poems I read online
also shares recipes.
When I eat Bev’s fudge —
sweet, smooth, rich —
it tastes of poems.
These can stand alone or be read in sequence. They are alternating Collum lunes (3/5/3 words per line) and Kelly lunes (5/3/5 syllables).
Created for Poets and Storytellers United’s Weekly Scribblings #29: Writing about food.