It's A Coffeecake Saturday Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

it's a coffecake Saturday,
I decided, cinnamon swirled
or suddenly, forkfuls

of raspberry and cheese
or something along the line of eclairs
or creme horns with subtle, pastel fillings.

I am willing to sample all of them.
it's just that I keep spending all
my gold on books;

cook books are useful to remember
the way that food should look
when baked, when cooked to perfection.

and poems or stories that you make up
when the larder is bare
to feel the feast

is everywhere
though you keep changing stations
and the cereal's soggy but not

the vintage cartoons.

mary angela douglas 9 july 2016