Looking through fairy dust
A sonnet on a nostalgic childhood snack as part of the snack time sonata challenge
The song of grandma and her oven hums
a harmony, percussed by spinning whisk
that dances ‘round the bowl in which it drums
ingredients together ‘til they’re mixed.
The kiln births golden domes in papered tins;
through powdered sugar air, their hearts a-flutter,
She whispers “Let us give these fairies wings…”
and swears that magic’s found in sweetened butter.
The winged cakes into our mouths are hasted,
no trace of crumb, nor fairy dust, nor icing,
She laughs and claims “the best she’s ever tasted,”
to stop at one’s absurd when so enticing!
The greatest treats of fleeting nourishment,
are memories, the sweetest once they’re spent.
About the Creator
H.H. Callaghan
I'm a writer of prose and verse and love all aspects of literature and storytelling. I am working on some big projects, so I hope you all like my work to come! I will be posting smaller pieces in-between, so please indulge in these too.
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Comments (13)
Congratulations on your top story.
Great job, congratulations 🥳
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Newly subscribed; congratulations on your super endearing poem and top story!
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Besides the poem, that headliner photo makes me WANT SOME! Congrats on TS.
Congratulations 🎉🎉 for top story Your tenacity is truly remarkable. Keep pushing through any obstacles in your path.
Congratulations on Top Story!
nice one
Gorgeous! Loved this entry.
This is pure magic! 🧚🧁Well done and fantastic entry!
I enjoyed reading this. great job.
Those last two lines - really hit home. Amazing poem!