Title: Baklava
Fandom: The Old Guard
Poetic form: Italian sonnet
Rating: Gen
No. of lines: 14
Prompt: flaky
a gift is presented, wrapped and tied,
the union of love and sport, it is test
and token, a modern-day bid to best
an ancient tongue, a memory plied
of hazelnut, not walnut, a sweet guide
to flax seed and pomegranate zest
and layer upon flaky layer pressed
until origins are identified
but eastern Turkey has had many names
and there’s been many honeys on these lips
the recipe’s passed on, it lives, as do
immortal aches, immortal pains and claims
on time’s long burden, on rosewater sips
from petals long since died and friends so few
This is the scene that the poem is based on: when the lads bet to see if Andy can tell where the baklava is from just by the taste.