This poem was born during a workshop called “A Feast For Bards: Farm to Table Poetics,” held June 25 at the Poetry Barn. Learn more about the Poetry Barn is this issue, here.

the tamriyya of my childhood
an imprinted taste on my brain
a taste acquired when at home
away from nuns and boarding schools

Papa would take our hands in his
my brother and I on each side
up the steep stairs to the village
praying in a church on the way

greeting merchants as we approach
then it would be earthly heaven
a small pastry and ice cream shop
my brother a fan of ice cream

and I, seduced by tamriyya
a unique pastry of the gods
to describe it, a fatal sin
merely to call it ecstasy