"A Table of Desserts" by Jan Davidsz. de Heem‘A Slice of Eden’ and Other Poetry by G. M. H. Thompson The Society November 30, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry 1 Comment A Slice of Eden A mango tart broke my heart dark one stormy day because it said I’d be dead if I touched its glaze, & lotus cake made me ache late one luckless night because it cried when I tried taking one small bite, & once when I slyly spied baklava at tea a coffee pot boiled and shot liquid hate at me; exotic sweets, foreign treats,— everything I need has ever turned sour and spurned sweetness when I plead, thus I may try homemade pie, ice-cream, toast & jam;— perhaps this ash shall dispatch dreams of saffron yams, yet I’m afraid marmalade, cookies, honey buns cannot erase tropic tastes you left on my tongue, & so I’ll search all the earth’s xanadus for some patisserie half as sweet as your blandest crumb. A Third Note from a Distant Admirer My limbs are prisons & my mind’s a tomb— I only know that I must write to you, for that’s the only thing I know is true as Himalayan snow or Spring’s first bloom eternally recurs, so too my words desire to grow like roses at your door, since every shell will find its destined shore & every message shall in time be heard & every wrong be transformed into right & every villain change into a pope & every darkness blotting every hope be banished by the laughing face of light,— just so I feel compelled to sing you songs, though it may seem a bit antique or strong. M. H. Thompson was born on February 15, 1990, at about 12 in the morning, in a hospital in Cleveland, Ohio. G. M. H. Thompson received a B.A. in History from the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign on the twelfth of May, 2013. G. M. H. Thompson is currently the singer/songwriter/rhythm-guitarist for the rock band Thee Oswalds. Related Post ‘I Journey On’ and Other Poetry by James A Tweed... a villanelle The sun descends into the silent sea. As shadows lengthen in the fading light I journey on to seek what yet may be. As death from l... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail One Response James Sale December 4, 2017 ‘A third Note …’ is a fine poem – love the easy way it weaves it magic. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.