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Bonfire
Marshmallows,
puffed up squishy gangs,
want to stay that way;
But as is in the way of things,
their pasty conglomeration
is not to remain.
Skewer-stabbed, one by one,
soft white skin chars,
blackened and crisped,
force compressioned
between chocolate
and graham
into goo.
I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday, where we are to write a 44-word poem using some form of the word puff.
Tao-Talk 
I have never really understood the charm of grilling marshmallow… maybe it is something you aquire as a child.
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We grew up on Lake Michigan and Muskegon Lake, where we had picnics at the beach a lot. That is standard fare. We used long pointed sticks, first to roast the hot dogs, which also got burnt black, then for the marshmallows for smores. Yes that taste reminds me of childhood.
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The best marshmellow is found in a hot chocolate..in my humble chocolatey opinion ;-)
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Nicely written 👍 I can imagine the grilling marshmallow. Bonfires are amazing as long as they are harmless. Beautifully written! ☺️
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Thank you, Aptivi. Ours were more small daytime campfires on the beach, but I like the idea of a bonfire at night on the beach.
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You’re welcome, Lisa. Me too, I like bonfires on the beach at nighttime. And with some lighting.
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In between a biscuit, a s’more…marshmellows are richly delicious. :-P
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You’re right, Fleur, they’re really delicious! Now, you made me want one. 😁
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Haha! One is never enough with a s’more! 😋
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Haha! You’re right, Fleur! More s’more marshmallows! 😋
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YUMMY indeed.
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Very true 👍 They’re very delicious, and makes us want more of the s’more marshmallows.
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Lisa, campfire s’mores are the best kind of s’mores. Well written homage to the staking of the beloved marshmallows as they transform into something very special.
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Bruce, can you tell I was hankering after s’mores when I wrote this? Can’t remember the last time I had one on the beach.
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Nicely done Lisa.
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<3
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Yum… you are making me hungry, Lisa! Nice one!
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lol I understand. You’ll need a root beer float with chocolate ice cream to wash it down with :)
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Ha ha… you know me too well!
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:) <3
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I have very nice memories associated with campfires, thanks for the great poem ans memories!
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Cara, glad it brought the memories back to you. You are welcome <3
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life csn roast you, no matter hoe sweet you are
[especially ig you are a marshmallow]
much love
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Yes! Thanks, Gillena!
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What a sweet and comforting puffy delight! Jae
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Jae thank you <3
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What the heck are s’mores?
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from wiki:
“A s’more is a confection consisting of a toasted marshmallow and chocolate, sandwiched between graham crackers. In a typical preparation, the marshmallow is toasted over a campfire, and the heat of the marshmallow melts the chocolate, fusing the sandwich together. “
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p.s. Shaun, I just added a jpg of a s’more at the top of the prompt post. Don’t get too hungry ;)
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Thanks – because I was about to ask what is a graham cracker!
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You’re welcome. Shaun, you are missing out!
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Yummy poem
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Sadje, thank you <3
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You’re most welcome dear friend
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My mouth is watering!
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Rosemary, it’s blazing hot outside right now, hottest day so far this summer (96F) I bet I could stand outside with a marshmallow on a stick and it would melt.
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Fabulous stabby sticky tale!
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Paula, many thanks! <3
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Paula, how do I get to your blogger blog? I just went to blogger and put your name in and it didn’t work.
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haha – a camping staple I still eat them occasionally.
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YUM! I need to get some ingredients. It’s been too long.
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It’s great to have family outings at campfires, Lisa! It makes for being together, irrespective of what’s cooking! Wonderful poem!
Hank
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Hank, I totally agree with you on family outings. Thank you very much.
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Yum! We made s’mores over a fire last weekend at my son’s acreage… followed by fireworks :)
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Lynn, that sounds just perfect. The fireworks are the icing on the cake <3
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So evocative!
When my sister and I were little, we sometimes toasted marshmallows over a burner of the stove. My mom probably didn’t know. 😉
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Thanks, Merril. We never had them inside the house, but I bet your mom could smell them bubbling/burning. As soon as this drought is over I’m going to build a little fire outside and make s’mores.
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You’re welcome, Li. Enjoy!
I bought my daughter vegan marshmallows a few years ago, maybe I’ll have look for them again. 😊
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Lisa, I love how you turn the marshmallows into a funny little gang that meets a sticky end.
~David
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David, I’m glad you see that :)
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🤗
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You transportated me back to wonderful days of yore. I am in need of your bonfire, your marshmallows, no matter the char. Thank you for the journey and thank you for leaving me a comment. A great challenge.
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Lovely comment, Helen, thank you <3
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That’s one beautiful fire. 😊🔥❤️
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I agree :) <3
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Now I have a yearning for some! Great imagery.
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:) I know what you mean! Thanks!
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Ah… I haven’t had a S’more in awhile, much less a tosted marshmallow.
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Isn’t it about time? ;)
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It’s night here, a winter chill, I just put a another log on the fire, but I have no marshmallows to skewer. We always took them camping – such fond memories. I like the implied metaphor I read into puffed up squishy gangs, cannot remain so, and skewered, may it always be so 😀
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Paul, I’m glad you’re fondly familiar with s’mores, and I knew you would pick up on the metaphor <3
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😋
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