Now that is just gorgeous — and delicious. Boysenberry is my favorite, so as my friend Shannon says, ” I could just sop that up with a biscuit.” Or in this case, a pancake. 🙂
Or flapjack. Not sure of the dif, but I do like the word.
No wonder the moon is thick, eating all that drippy-licious sky syrup!
Oh this a treat of poem, De.
Thanks, Misky. I knew as soon as I read the prompt that it wanted to be a thick slice of moon. The rest was a little slower in coming.
“and an indigo syrup sky”
Now that is just gorgeous — and delicious. Boysenberry is my favorite, so as my friend Shannon says, ” I could just sop that up with a biscuit.” Or in this case, a pancake. 🙂
Or flapjack. Not sure of the dif, but I do like the word.
No wonder the moon is thick, eating all that drippy-licious sky syrup!
Of course, there is the reading where someone’s bum has been syrup’d. 🙂
I’m dying for a tiger cat, so I’m picturing the speaker talking to her cat — like they’re about to throw down over this breakfast plate.
I LOVE “indigo syrup sky”.
tiger lying eyes!!
“:
your tiger”
Now I see “eye your tiger” in the opening.
I can almost taste it.
Oooh…. sounds like a great opening for a murder mystery. 🙂