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Parliamo Ice Cream Parlour, by Britta Benson

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Here’s my response to this week’s W3 Poetry Prompt (https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/07/13/w3-prompt-11-weave-written-weekly/). Steven’s criteria: 100 words or less, and the poem must contain three proper nouns. Somehow, this got me thinking about ice cream flavours…

Parliamo Ice Cream Parlour

Summer in Germany with dad,

a time of lasts, firsts and in betweens.

We eat ice cream to remember mum,

the queen of Kirsch.

Life,

scoop for scoop,

double dips,

the choice difficult,

delicious.

This world requires no guess work.

We look at the highlights:

Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry,

classics for Neapolitan traditionalists.

Stracciatella melts on my tongue like a promise.

Now for the grand finale,

Mozart and Malaga.

The Austrian composer tastes of nougat, pistacchios, marzipan.

Andalucia, plump, full of juicy, rum-soaked raisins, lingers.

Dad and I speak ice cream with great fluency.

In the end, we pick Amarena.

Kirsch.

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16 thoughts on “Parliamo Ice Cream Parlour, by Britta Benson

  1. “We eat ice cream to remember mum,” that made my heart jump! So sweet and sorrowful.

    Ice cream as a language and fluency… really really special. I really get a sense for the experience of being in this place Germany at this time in the life of the poem’s voices. I truly hope it was restorative!

    —SSW

    Thank you!

    -SSW

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    1. Thanks, Steven. Much appreciated. Ice cream works wonders. The local ice cream parlour has a sign on the wall: ‘You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy ice cream’. So true…

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    1. Thank you so much for reading and commenting, Marion. When it comes to the language of ice cream, I’m very much so inclined to study harder! No flavour left unexplored…

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  2. A poem of warmth amid the cool sweetness of ice cream in summer! We gather every Sunday evening to have ice cream with Sparky’s family (the whole clan – it might just be a German thing!). It has been a tradition for years now and one that I hope continues for a long time!

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