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From the archives: Poetry Pie

Walter Crane

I love April not only because it's the the month when wild daffodils bloom in our woods, but also because it's National Poetry Month, when poetry, too, blooms everywhere...and that's why I've chosen this particular piece from the archives to re-post today. It comes from the spring of 2010...with a small addition....

Some years ago a friend of mine here in the village had a birthday party for which she requested that her guests bring pies to share. I thought about bring a shoofly pie from my Pennsylvania Dutch childhood -- but not only is this something of an acquired taste, it also would have required me to actually cook...and I'm not much of a cook, and even less of a baker, at the best of times. I solved the problem by bringing a Poetry Pie instead: lining a glass pie plate with a "crust" of autumn leaves, filled with acorns, small pines cones, bits of lace and sundries and small scrolls of paper tied in red ribbon: each little scroll containing a poem hand-written in gold ink. Each party guest could then choose a scroll from the pie (I'd made sure that there were enough for all), and whatever poem they found inside "belonged" especially to them. It was food for the spirit, the sweet taste of language, art and dessert rolled into one.

All these years later, I still see poems from that pie pinned to bulletin boards all around the village....

Walter Crane

Since I can't create a Poetry Pie for each of you, here's a "virtual pie" from Myth & Moor to wish you a Happy National Poetry Month...

Pick a number, any number. Follow the link, and you'll find your poem.

  1   2   3     5   6  7  8  9  10  11  12  13  14  15  16

   17   18   19   20   21   22   23   24   25   26   27   28   29   30

  Sixpence Blackbirds by Scott Gufstason

The color illustrations above come from Walter Crane's Sing a Song of Sixpence, published in 1909. The charming blackbird drawing is by Scott Gustafson. For more about pie, visit our daughter Victoria's Cherries and Chocolate blog. (Unlike me, she can cook, and is a professional pastry chef.)


Oooh, the one I chose was perfect. And a poet I hadn't read before - thank you!

I so enjoyed that ! Lovely idea and inspiring poetry. I am just getting my own world back after looking after my Mum for 4 months. It was a good experience for us both as we have had a few " issues" from time to time but it has made me realize how much I need time for dreams and reverie. This was just the thing! x Angela

Oh EXCELLENT! I chose my birthday (and also the day my first ever solo exhibition opens) and got...well, perhaps I shouldn't say...a little something on youtube! I can't tell you how perfect it is!!!

Thank you for the lovely poem gift, Terri! It fit so well where I am at right now, with my slow waking and going where I have to go.

Daffodil sunshine to you,


Oh, now I want to know what everyone else got! We can say, right, if we don't give away the poems to those who haven't chosen yet?

I got number 18, which was perfect for me. And I confess that I went on to read the others too...but only afterwards, once I knew which one was 'mine'. It's actually uncanny how perfect it is for me right now.

Love the poetry pie idea!!

I too chose my birthday (16) and was not disappointed though I knew for certain that would never happen here. It was so perfect.

Thank you kind and wonderful Terri. Your archives, and pie(my very,very favorite) are a treasure trove for certain.

P.S. I love that you have a grand pie maker and blogger in residence. Wondeful!

Poetry Pie.

Dearest Terri, your beautiful genius was wide awake and ready to play when you thought of that, for sure.

Just imagine what a loss it would have been to all who get to savor the poetry pie had you been a dash in the culinary, rather than the mythic and literary, arts!

Do you know Leo Leoni's beautiful story of Frederick the Mouse?

x A.

Dear Terri
I also chose my birthday and the poem was so apropos for my life right now, which is filled with the illness and death of loved ones. But the world is still full of light and the hope of spring and words to help us go on. And so I thank you.

Thank you for the gift of poetry! I found it amazing when the two poems that came up seemed to relate to the name I chose when I went through a painful divorce. I changed my last name to Rose, not for the flower but for "Rose up from the ashes". And low and behold my poem was "Cinderella, like the phoenix, rose out of her own ashes," and also the poem "Briar Rose," which speaks of "waits to rise like Lazarus." Yes, indeed.

I ate the most delicious slice of your virtual pie to be rewarded with the sound of my mother tongue and a reminder of hidden places yet to be discovered...thank you so much, this touched me deeply in the most delightful way.

I'm so glad you're enjoying the pie! I've made the actual pie for three occasions now, and each time many people report receiving poems that are particularly relevant to them. The magic of poetry.

My thoughts are with you during this hard time, Besty, sending light from the Devon hills.


No, but I'll seek it out!

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