I Most Miss.
If anyone asked me what eating delight
I most miss from my childhood it would
be weeny jelly babies or puffcream cake
bought and eaten in secret, hoarded until
later to gorge on my own.
I still miss the small cherry-red sweeties
we lasses would lick before painting our
lips a succulent pink then parading with
highest of heels and proudly waving a
flame-tipped sweet-cigarette, we blew
pretend smoke rings as grown-ups had
taught us for war-time fun.
Gone now too the tiniest violet-scented
cashews with which we would all reward
ourselves if we had many claps for our
acting and dancing in shows we wrote for
home-made stages draped in net curtain
to play best parts in finery of any Mom's
old cast-off clothes.
The ice-creams I loved then were tubed,
sold in paper rings, sans biscuit, and so
rich a girl could get sick if she ate more
than one between films.
We were, in turn, all the beauties we saw
on the silver-screen, changing our hair
into sleek over-eye styles of the sultriest
pin-up queens or stuffing our flat girlish
vests with cotton-wool balls as big as we
dared, to imitate our favourites, among
them the great Miss M. Monroe.
If we could dip a liquorice stick in Kali
we were so happy.
Oh where, oh where did those days go ?
Yes , where are those days , they may have floated along in the paper boats of time ...leaving behind the rustling memories..wow is the word for this piece .
Lovely Fay. Anyone join me in remembering Sailors Chew, Nancy Balls, or Peggy's Leg - or am i just older than everyone else! Martin
I remember some of those...great memories.
Fay loved the beautiful childhood memories., I too miss the ice-cream man who would make a ball of crushed ice and put it on a stick and toss some coloured sweet liquid on it....used to be called GOLA ice cream.
Loved this sweetie delight....
Fay - nostalgia woven into beautiful verses....loved this write
FAY , loved your poem on your nostalgic days ! -Raj
lovely memories fay i agree where are those days
Lovely memories, i loved those solid ice creams tubed in paper, and like Stella, i also still have liquorice sticks and kali.
Ha ha... Now I feel silly because I miss my Pez dispenser : D
Superb write Fay with that lovely memories
What lovely memories you've shared in this wonderful poem!
O the memories of golden days that never come.......sweets,fans,cigerettes and et ctera all like smoke vanished into the sky and we're still alive, I too love jelly,Fay this is great and one day we finish the journey like cotton-wool balls?
Such sweet memories you share through this delightful bite of poetic reminiscing Fay. Thanks for the tip too on martin's poem - two in one night! How lucky I am! :) kath xxxxxxxxxxx
Woaaaa, I can imagine how slowly you immerse into the delight fay! So vivid is the description, delighful imagery.
again ,the boy in me wants to go outside,cool