Sunday, 19 January 2014

Mille-feuille of deliciousness delicately unfolding

Sometimes when I begin I have a  sense of who might be coming, sometimes, as this time, I have no inkling...

 I just begin with a hat of softest white, perhaps of snow?


Ohhhh adorned with pink hearts?

To follow into a long long ever growing beard full of love

And on to the pocket and then the toes

Perhaps a love letter bearing gnome?

but no...


His face shows more delicacy than I would have known, 

you never really know until you see their faces. 

He seems elfin and oh so kind

A baby strawberry in his care, with the tiniest perfect self made nose 

Suddenly it is clear he is a baker of delicious treats which he carries on a tray while the baby rides in a stripy back pocket
and, 


while in our land all that beard might cause concern to food hygienists, where he lives it is an inviting perch, a resting nest of love for birds who come to share his wares, 

that must be how the hearts grew there, both signal and evidence of his gentle generosity 



4 comments:

  1. Dear Sylwyn, a story to make a holiday out of any day, as every day really is...and the hat, it takes my breathe away! thank you so much

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    1. oh I just saw this, thank you Lucinda your eyes and heart are a blessing to me

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