A poetic response to The Metaphor by Budge Wilson
I once had a frosted cake
Adorned with icing
overly colourful and sweet
That could only be relished
By curious and artless children
Who welcomed the intense flavour
of the frosting
as an appetizer
That activated their curiosity for words
and creativity
However
The cake was cruelly rejected
And condemned
And mocked
By the sophisticated and ignorant crowds
Who only judge by the superficial facade
They never discovered that
Beneath the covering
There were two delectable layers:
Chocolate that was rich and sweet
And would leave people craving more;
And vanilla that was subtle and delicate
That was hard to perceive
yet impossible to forget
That still lingers on my palate
leaving me in sour remorse
I knew I should have treasured it
But instead
I let it melt
Into a puddle of frosting
and broken dreams
salted with tears
