Sundae Worship

Hot fudge sundae, full of glace,
Empress of Epicurean Excess thou art!
Brightest star in dinner’s firmament,
Pies and cakes orbit thee with dour countenance.
Queen of Calories,
Tiramisu and kumquat custards
Bow down before thee.
In thy crystal flute,
A perfect orb upon cultured cacao,
Warmed with chocolate nectar,
Another orb atop.
You are bathed in sweetest syrup,
Steaming, succulent, sapid swirls
Adorned with aerosol topping
Of ingredients unknown in nature.
Walnut bits rain upon you,
A cherry of otherworldly color
Invites us to begin our journey of delight.
First the cherry, a bite that releases
A flood of sweet and tart.
We dive through aerosol clouds,
Walnuts giving up their woody essence.
Into the ice cream,
Each mouthful conjuring images of
Younger days and innocent joys,
As it cools the mouths and warms the spirit.
Thou art a delight of the moment,
A blessing for this day,
And a part of thee will remain with us always,
As we grow from belt to suspenders.

LA /2022


  January 2022 -- Pandemic Polemic

  December 2021 -- Shadows

  November 2021 -- The Conceit of Immortality

  Nov 2019-Oct 2021 --  On Break

  October 2019 -- Deck of Lies

  September 2019 - In the Surgery

  August 2019 - The Cousins

  July 2019 -- Chilly

  June 2019 -- The Queen of Malvern

  April-May 2019 -- India/Bhutan

  March 2019 -- Swatting Gnats

  February 2019 -- To My Valentines, Past and Future

  January 2019 -- I'll Never Say Goodbye

  December 2018 --  Grandpa

  November 2018 -- Meditation

  October 2018 -- Benediction

  September 2018 -- Passages

  August 2018 -- Feeding the Beast

  July 2018 - One Can Have Knowledge...

  June 2018 -- The Unsinkable Molly Drown

  May 2018 -- Advice to my Grandson

  April 2018 -- Awaiting Idunn

  March 2018 -- Flight

  February 2018 -- Lakesong

  January 2018 -- Schrödinger's Cat

  December 2017 -- Daybreak

  October 2017 -- Night Watch

  September 2017 -- The Princess

  August 2017 - Pelham

  July 2017 --  Siena

  June 2017 -- Loyal, Straight, and True

  May 2017 --  A Thousand Flowers

  April 2017 -- Oboe Rap

  March 2017 - March Madness

  February 2017 -- The Cost of Doing Business

  January 2017 -- Reflection at a Winter Window

  December 2016 -- The Creation

  November 2016 -- Hemolymph Moon

  October 2016 -- Vortex

  September 2016 -- Do You?

  August 2016 -- Sailing
  July 2016 --  Mulberries
  June 2016 -- Off Tucker Point
  May 2016 -- Unforgettable
  April 2016 -- At Night She Cries

Where Old Fliers Come to Roost

Poem of the Month

Ancient Eagle Press

Each month Ancient Eagle Press offers a poem appropriate to the season or the mood of our editorial staff.   Poems may be new or drawn from existing AEP editions.

February 2022

The cold, like The Dude, endures!  We have not been snow-free in weeks.  While this is a normal condition in parts of the world, it is quite unusual for this part of the Mid-Atlantic states.  It is abnormal, but that is the usual state of the weather.  "Normal" is simply the average of all the abnormalities.  Given the inhospitable conditions outdoors, we at Ancient Eagle Press have turned our attention to finishing production of our three bug books.  Wazzat Bug?, Wazzat Lep?, and Wazzat Beetle? are now complete, so we can turn our attention to other projects.  Like consuming this gorgeous creation waiting before us.   RCJH