Pastry Recipes

Little pockets of puff pastry,
                                                 filled with slices of her essence
sometimes an offering comes unbidden,
sometimes subterfuge is extended over all
Could the new palettes of colour,
make any difference?
those stinging retorts,
that paucity of feeling,
that conglomeration of fears
                                                 who stands beneath thy window and
trills like a night bird
       Flecks and flights
resonate through time
Take the proffered chance and turn it over
                                                 Dolphins are guardians, they say        
But none know for what        

Is it Persephone waiting for the dragon      

Maybe those eviscerations will show
what He ate        
limbs certainly, flesh and bones        
hearts and guts        
Yet even a dragon cannot eat a soul
    
Inviolate, Immutable, steadfast as the
banyan tree          
roots hanging from the branches
                                                 down to the ground        
Such sturdy bindings even
                                                 steel link doesn't compare      

and He harvested those roots        
                                                 Laid in a stock  and waited

for her