Monday, November 28, 2016

Monday WRites 85

[image from myway dot com]

This poem is sweet
This poem is a candy
This poem is the sacrifice of a mother's hands
This poem is fudge

Thick as treacle, brown as chocolate
The smooth yummy-ness
Melts on your tongue, sweet.

White coconut meat, scrawled
Across tin grater, steady and firm,
Hands of a mother. Milk of the nut
Squeezed through a strainer

Bubble bubble what's the hurry?
Take your time, thicken
To just right consistency.
Beat beat, a rhythm from the ladle
Wooden and willing,
Thick enough is the treacle.

Spread in a shallow pan.
Buttered is better, pat tenderly.
Sweet as can be, mark out,
Then cut the cutest little cubes.

This poem is candy, children to delight.
This poem is coconut fudge, a bit of cocoa powder mixed in.
COCONUT FUDGE © gillena cox 2016

[image from myway dot com]

Process Note
The Mother's hands in this poem are not mine, but those of my mother, who made for me as a child (and my other siblings) delicious fudge and sugar cakes. I cannot make these sweets even if my life depended on it, Thanks Mom for these precious little gifts of delight.

You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #85, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


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  1. This poem is delicious
    This poem is temptation
    This poem is the writing of your memories
    This poem is sweet
    Thanks for sharing such a treat, Gillena! Love Kim xxx

    1. Thank you for your appreciation Kim

      Much love...

  2. Very yummy and sweet memories.
    Sweet - that is, what I need (today) - I have a bad flu.
    Wishing you a blessed advent time

  3. This poem is a pleasure
    This poem is a treasure
    Love from mother's hands
    Love from distant lands
    Mother's sweetness personified
    Mother's sweetness glorified
    Fudge is love
    Love is fudge

  4. This is a beautifully tender and heartfelt write❤️ love how you portray a mother's unconditional love towards her children.. sigh.. Happy Monday Gillena❤️ have a wonderful week ahead!

    Lots of love,

  5. Oh I thought it was your mother cooking for you as a child, even before you sauid so. Something about the tone of it, perhaps. Sounds very nurturing.

  6. Coconut fudge! That sounds delicious. I have never had the patience to make fudge well.. that soft ball phase beats me every time.

  7. Liking your poem, Gillena!!! Save me a piece, I'm coming over.
    I do like coconut and chocolate, most times it's in a Mounds Bar.
    Also I have as a door stop a LARGE coconut still in it's shell. I think a monkey must have cut it down and then it was too heavy for monkeys to carry to it was left on the ground and I picked it up and saved it. It is not from the continental U.S.

    1. You always add interest, thanks for dropping by Jim

      Much love...

  8. I feel deliciously tempted! I miss coconut sweetness.