Poem - Hot Fudge Pudding

Post date: Nov 15, 2022 2:54:4 PM

by Aerinbard Fallohide

Hot Fudge Pudding my mother called it, but to me it was love that rose on wisps of  sugary steam. The thick chocolate  heavy on my tongue brought bliss; the soft cake,my teeth slowly sinking in, wrapped me in comfort.Winter's cold,when wood, brushed with silver,needed chopping

and horses, blowing steam in the night,

needed feeding

and ice, in clouded panes,

needed breaking

in the trough,

could never touch me long

with my mother's

Hot Fudge Pudding

on my tongue.