Welcome back to another Plinky Prompts Thursday! I am your host, Aunt Bethany, and I’ll be—
What?!? We’ve re-named our traditional Thursday posts? Why didn’t anyone tell me? God, this is embarrassing…of all the stupid, inconsiderate mistakes…
Forgive me for the error, but it appears that we here at Miracle on 32nd Street will be labeling our Thursday prompt-centered posts as Prompter’s Roulette posts, a change from our usual Plinky Prompt Thursday posts.
As of late, I’ve been taking prompts from several different websites (not just Plinky), and it seemed erroneous to label my Thursday prompts as Plinky. I’ll still be drawing from that website, but now I have the option to pick and choose between the prompts that land at my feet…kind of like Roulette. I don’t know what I’m getting, but I’ll write on just about anything!
So, without further ado–ring Justin Bieber fans, I present to you my prompt for the week, straight from Mama Kat’s Pretty Much World Famous Writer’s Workshop:
2.) Write a love poem to a favorite food.
Ode to a Stale Cookie
I remember life, flavor, zest
A presence of spirit, an offering of comfort
You, with your ruby red gems and your bittersweet memories,
You…you…gave up on me too soon
Life was a bowlful of cherries
(and eggs and sugar and flour and butter)
From humble beginnings, you molded yourself into a raw, doughy being,
not strong enough yet to stand
Decorating yourself with the darkest of chocolates and the richest of berries,
you separated yourself from the rest of the pack,
whittling and rounding your rough edges
into a sphere of endless possibility
You sat patiently, enduring heat and strife,
growing harder to the world as each minute passed
And, at 12 minutes old, you emerged from the fire
in a blaze of triumph and glory
You were volatile and hot, and scalded my hands
I waited for you with excitement and love
And when finally, you cooled to my sensitive touch,
you caressed my lips, and my joy became real
I was smitten with you, as you were with me
Every morning I indulged in some of your clones
But, as our courtship progressed, you grew distant and cold
And quickly our love began to fade
Your touch was so hard, your spirit was mute
Extra effort was needing to enjoy every bite
I gave you my all, I dunked you in milk,
until one day, you broke me, and chipped my front teeth
Now, I’m left with the memory of our love affair
I’ll never be whole, my heart is now changed
I’ll cry over you as you sit in the trash,
lamenting our—wait, is that cake?!?
Miracle on 32nd Street 