Quadrille Monday in the Pub ~ Lillian has tossed us the word figment to include in our poems!
Figgy pudding, sweet delight, merely a figment, out of sight
In my mind, it sits and
steams, dripping figs and creamy dreams
Reality, it will not
breach, and far beyond my longing's reach
A sugary specter, just for me, sweet figment of my fantasy

Oh yum!!!
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Dearest Helen,
ReplyDeleteAnything with figs is delicious!
Hugs,
Mariette
haha - sweet figments to entice...
ReplyDeleteI never related "figment" to figs or food before today. Looks like poets have sweets on the brain. π
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet fantasy you have created, Helen. Well done.
ReplyDeleteLove t Helen. My mouth was watering, but the best I could find in the cupboard was a fig newton… but it was tasty… π✌πΌπ
ReplyDeleteI didn't know there was such a thing as fig pudding, it would be a figment nightmare for me. I do like fig newton bars.
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The horse did kick me, I was trying to bring her up out of the pasture. I've had two back surgeries, never thought blaming them on the horse.
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Love what you did with this, Helen! Figs are divine and now I'm hungry!!!
ReplyDeleteLove this yummy, delicious rhyme, Helen. You worked magic with this Q.
ReplyDeleteYum, yum, indeed! You made me want some!
ReplyDeleteAh....you have me smiling at this one....and licking my lips....it's delectable!
ReplyDeleteDelightful. The world needs more fun.
ReplyDeleteIrresistible and yummy.
ReplyDeleteYum! Truly, a short and sweet poem!
ReplyDeleteThis is such a deliciously creative write, Helen! πππ
ReplyDeleteYummy! I love figs.
ReplyDeleteNow I want a figgy pudding, I experienced this as a metaphor for fantasy - things just out of reach.
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