Blueberry Pie

Wonderful poem maggy, now I really have the taste for blueberry pie, one of my favourite fruits, well that and cherries. Keep writing, you have a great talant. Jenny.

Sometimes you do deep meaningful poems and sometimes you do little light fluffies. I think this is the latter. Pretzel-shaped hugs. Wonderful.

I saw "Blueberry Pie" not long ago- far from this father-daughter relationship but just as philosophical. I agree with Celtic that this is a lovely light one. An enojyable read Maggie- thoroughly ;)Pia

Lost for words, maggy. A gem;-) Tina

Hi maggy, to expand on what Richard was saying, I think that the daughter getting a half-hearted hug, while the 'other woman' gets a kiss and steals a piece of the daughter's blueberry pie highlights the fact that she is Daddy's little girl now. Maybe that's just my strange way of seeing things at the moment.

Stunning, Maggy. Love that fourth stanza! Some really lovely images in this one :) Magic xxx

celticman says Sometimes you do deep meaningful poems and sometimes you do little light fluffies. I think this is the latter. Pretzel-shaped hugs. Wonderful. Highhat agrees with celticman, but I don't. I think the poem works equally as well at both levels. There is a certain synergy at work here and the reader (i.e. that's me, among others) can take a poem like this anywhere he so choses. What I liked best, though, was that you totally caught me unawares. I could not see where the narrative was going. The slice-of-life vignette in Blueberry Pie has an originality that is neither forced nor contrived. Okay, now I'm perseverating, which is what old people and patients on locked wards suffering from Korsakov's syndrome do, so I'll shut up.

another great read, particularly like the ending

new Maggyvaneijk Hi! A great poem, supremely told and a message too, it is often the way, with daughter's mainly form of protection. Well deserved cherry! They say Blueberry is good for the sight, never tried blueberries yet. Love the stanza; outside is even less promising as the afternoon drizzle drips down like a runny nose. Hope weather ugh! improved. julie xx

A perfect capsule of a poem. Fathers and daughters. A complicated and emotive subject on which you make many insightful observations. Blueberries are `superfood' aren't they. I have no idea why I just added that. It's my kooky brain. I know you'll understand.

Some charming images, I like the drizzle like a runny nose!:} But there is sub-text too delicately woven in, Beautifully done.

One more thing: this would have to be one of my favorite 'Maggy' poems. The unassuming language taken aside, it offers an incredibly clever metaphor (or is it an allegory?) expressing daughterly ambivalence tempered with love, regret, devotion, bitterness - a veritable kaleidoscope of conflicting emotions. You didn't just get the colors here but all the subtle shades and nuances of gray as well.

Love the last bit the best, Maggy. It touched a nerve. Rich

I'm sorry but I'm still not through. I told my wife about your amazing poem, Blueberry Pie and she, too, wanted to read it. My wife says this is definitely 'poem of the week' material. She writes non-fiction, mostly medical-oriented books.

A poem that says so much in your inimitable original way. Brilliant as usual.

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And really well deserved too. Jenny.

Hi maggy , just caught this. I think just about everything's been said, but just wanted to say I love the simplicity in this, the way you put things is just great. sue

One final thing I forgot to mention and then no more: This poem-of-the-week gem is a far better piece of writing than appears at first glance, which may sound like a backhand compliment but is not meant as such. Despite the compact space, the imagery is so rich and variagated in terms of what the poem doesn't say that serious readers are left contemplating the encounter between father and daughter days later.

Hi Maggy, nog een hollander? jaha..hoop alleen dat je de taal ook leest en spreekt want anders is dit allemaal gobblediegook... Absolutely loved the father poem...and the pretzel shaped hug..priceless!!! Groen grutjes van Geertje

A little late to the party, but wow - what a party it is! Another wonderful poem, Maggy - many, many congrats on POW, this is deliciously good :) Rachel xx