|Heart on a Tart|
Well, it wasn't just a lark. Haven't been writing much lately. Felt like I had forgotten how. So, I figured I'd at least go hang out with some writers who are writing, see if that wouldn't prime the pump. Not to mention the prospect of free pie. Excellent pie, too. The Petaluma Pie Company knows pie. Everyone in a 50-mile radius should be planning their pie-pilgrimage right now. Oh, heck, within 500 miles.
It was a nice gathering in the bookstore, some youngsters but mostly oldsters, maybe twenty folks in all. Maybe five and twenty. But we weren't baked in a pie. Just writing about pie. We scribbled for about half an hour on 3 x 5 cards, groaning and chortling over our work, some of us collaborating. I finished about 6 or so pie-kus.
One of them was just plain silly:
Pies will be square when
pigs fly, cows jump over moons,
my spoon becomes your dish.
another was goofy:
Rolling the elastic crust
Layering apples, butter
Dark mood skedaddles.
and this one took the, err, pie. That is, it was deemed Most Romantic.
One cold afternoon
kitchen steamy, the aftermath
of sweet love, pie, you.
So there's my pie-kudo for the week. I'd love to see your pie-kus! Just post as a comment on Bacon Bits below.