My Poem: Baklava: Gen
May. 17th, 2021 12:32 pmTitle: Baklava
Rating: Gen
Number of Lines: 8
Poetic form: ottava rima
Prompt: syrupy
Beneath a sparkly dome, a golden square
arrests sunlight and eyes of passersby.
Its layers clinging, not crumbling, all share
a syrupy kiss, a treacly sigh,
the kind to make lookers-on halt and stare
and want, inviting query and reply.
Sweet, stickily studded with nuts, it sits
between honey cakes and chocolate bits.
I put this on a chocolate wrapper with orange ribbon.

Rating: Gen
Number of Lines: 8
Poetic form: ottava rima
Prompt: syrupy
Beneath a sparkly dome, a golden square
arrests sunlight and eyes of passersby.
Its layers clinging, not crumbling, all share
a syrupy kiss, a treacly sigh,
the kind to make lookers-on halt and stare
and want, inviting query and reply.
Sweet, stickily studded with nuts, it sits
between honey cakes and chocolate bits.
I put this on a chocolate wrapper with orange ribbon.


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