Ma cherie, mon amour, au naturelle
like dew drops upon rosebud petals,
champagne bubbles tickling my nose.
Sweet crème fraiche atop fresh picked berries,
whip cream dollups daubed scoop by scoop
on thick chocolat pâtisserie.
Quite simply put, my dear,
you are my ganache.
Quadrille (44 word poem) for Monday’s dVerse, and today, De Jackson our bartender at the pub, asks that we include the word “bubble.” Photo Credit: Enrica Bressan.
lillian the home poet 
DeLICIOUS.
I love that “ganache” can become “Guy Nosh.” 😉
I’m hungry now, though. And I haven’t had refined sugar since August. Which makes you a bit of the devil, ma’am. But your words are so delicious, all is forgiven.
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OOOHHH….laughing I am! Yes, yes, yes……you got it! 🙂 So sorry (well, not really) for tempting you. I must admit, I did take my visiting niece to Sweet Sak Bakery on Saturday for an absolutely delicious cinnamon roll! This delicious bakery is literally a 3 minute walk from the apartment we are letting in St. George’s Bermuda till March 29 — AND they leave their door open and the aroma escapes out onto the street. Good thing it’s Lent — I’m allowing myself a trip inside their doors for one treat per week! 🙂 Looking forward to getting back to reading my dVerse friends…….great prompt! 🙂
lillian
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Thank ya, ma’am. Bjorn is a tough act to follow, for sure. 😉
I can smell those pastries…mmmmm.
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This is delicious… I love how you used alliteration.. .it so much accentuate the love in this… like a dance of sorts… and ganache sounds perfect to have as love (for real and metaphorically)
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Thanks, Bjorn. I tried to figure out how to use ganache as a verb……as in “you ganache me” …or “ganache me”…but settled with this and was happy with it. 🙂 Wonderful to have my niece visit — but now am back to reading and writing. Shall do my reading this evening! 🙂 Going out to enjoy the deck view of St. George’s harbor now.
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Ganache is a perfect verb… 🙂 or maybe adjective…:-)
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Oh heavens. This is yummy!
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So glad you liked it!
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Oooh, you’ve found my weakness, Lillian!
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Ganache…..pastries…..me too!
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Well Lillian you have made me hungry and as its breakfast time in my part of the world I shall go and eat. Excellent poem.
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mmmmm maybe a cinammon roll with frosting on top? 🙂 Thanks for the read and so glad you liked it!
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Hmm, yummy – I would have been even more mouth-watered but I just stuffed a whole box of malteasers 🙂
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one bite is never enough…….:) I have such a sweet tooth…is there’s something in the house, it’s not in the house for very long!
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Oh, dang–now I have such a hankering for une belle patisserie comme ca. When I lived in Paris I had no money and had to pass a Patisserie on the way to the Metro twice a day. Pure torture, it was.
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Chuckling I am at your reply. Ah Paris!! 🙂
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Yummy words and picture too Lillian ~ Such a romantic setting you have weaved for us 🙂
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Glad you liked it, Grace. 🙂
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That’s funny, you have panache with your ganache
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Panache indeed! 🙂
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A well written story 🙂
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Many thanks!
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I think you gave us all a craving for some kind of goody, Lillian…first with your words and then that photo! 🙂
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I do have a sweet tooth!
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Delicious food torture!
Love how well the image and the words go together. Perfect mood.
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Thanks much for the read…..did not mean to torture so many souls…..sweets are my downfall!
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Scrumptious 🙂
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One word says it all! Many thanks!
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Delicious and tempting!
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I have such a sweet tooth! My mom had “her” candy bar and I was never allowed to go in it as a child. The forbidden becomes the obsessed! 😦
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very inviting 🙂
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ah…..sweets are always so inviting…but impossible to take just one taste! True love — my ganache!
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I assuredly would rather be the ganache than just this plain old “dip”. Quite appetizing as poems go. I grow stout on your words! 😀
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Smiling I am. Yep — my spouse is indeed my ganache — even after 46 years 🙂
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C’est magnifique!
Love the rhythm…..”whip cream dollups daubed scoop by scoop”
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So glad…….a little dollop ‘ll do ya! 🙂
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Quite simply put, my dear,
you are my ganache.
How nice to be adored and to have feelings of being wanted!
Hank
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Yes indeed — it’s wonderful to be ganached! 😊
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What can I say, but – delicious!
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mmmm….thank you!
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Now I want dessert! A yummy piece all around!
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I do love sweets! Ganache me anytime! 🙂
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Chocolate petals
of taste buds
flow over
dance
of tongue
in soothing
songs of sugary
nirvana.. cupcake
bliss bubbles of heaven
over flow as real for now..:)
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Yum!
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x2!..:)!
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