Bonjour, Mes Amis. Welcome to Poetry Friday at Alphabet Soup!
Please help yourself to tea and croissants. The pain au chocolat is especially good — is there a better way to greet the day than with buttery, flaky pastry wrapped around a decadent piece of deep dark chocolate? *rapture*
For passionate poet and gastronome Diane DeCillis, croissants are the stuff of dreams. About today’s poem, she says:
Yes, I had a dream about croissants. And maybe I was sneaking one. I have an almost pathological love of sweets.
Usually, I’ll take a dream and use some of the details as a framework. Since croissant is a French word for a Viennese pastry, I began to elaborate, adding that I was stealing in French and took it from there.
I remember being a kid and having a dream that there was a mountain of Paydays (my favorite candy back then) on the school playground. I was running toward it and woke up just before I reached it. Hence the end of the poem.
Croissant Lover’s Dream: the Ispahan (glazed with rose-flavored almond cream, sprinkled with candied rose petals and filled with raspberry-litchi pâte) by Pierre Hermé, Paris.
LAST NIGHT I DREAMED I STOLE THE CROISSANTS
I was stealing in French,
stole tender crescents
with a translucent glaze,
crusty and raspberry filled,
clouds of pastry
layered with butter.
glistening like Antoinette’s baubles.
I stole the moon, I stole la lune,
took le voyage dans la lunette.
I was the cow, la vache qui rit,
laughing and buoyant in flight.
I stole the sea, la mer, and la feesh,
that jump and dance in the moonlight.
I stole the night and the stars,
and wrapped them in silver
shaped like the neck of a swan . . .
Oh, don’t be jaloux, cher,
don’t foofaraw like the blue jays
and chimps. (They can become
It was only one night
(cinq minutes dans ma coeur),
and, oui, some oozed
sadly, none ever touched my lips.
~ copyright © Diane DeCillis, from Strings Attached (Wayne State University Press, 2014), posted by permission of the author.
(Click for pain au chocolat recipe via The Baker Chick)
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Oh, sweet words, sweet flirtation, light, lyrical and delectably playful! Do you also have dreams where you wake up just before the really good part? Is there a particular food you dream about most often?
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