Tuesday poem: The compleat cake, part 3
April 1, 2025
3. Royal Easter Show, Sydney 2011
Welcome all, to the arena of cake. Kewpie doll stares with avid blueness, a malice far older than four or seventeen years lies hide in those little pools of scorch, trained like cool napalm at her competitors. She scorches the cute cotton-tail bunny (marshmallow shaped into an apostrophe of fur) and the rosette-less Smurfs; the ribbonless boomerang, its skeleton icing sketch of roo resolutely unrewarded. But oh oh oh, see the Opera House? Meringue fascinators balance like dreams near a liquorice bridge, climbed by grey lozenges, climbing up, up to catch a blue view in a dark net. Eyes eat these cakes; no tongue will ever lick Kewpie, and the Opera House is tasted only by sweet sticky Sutherlands of flies.
PS Cottier

My last slice of prose poem about cake, referencing the Agricultural Shows where cakes are made to resemble all sorts of things, from famous buildings to clowns and dolls. The Sydney Show is quite soon, so it seems appropriate.
And that wonderful illustration is from WikiCommons, and is in the public domain. Unfortunately, the artist is unknown. Here’s what the site says about the work: A collectible card by Elmshorn-based margarine brand Echte Wagner, circa 1932; “Aus dem schönen Echte Wagner Album Nr. 3, Serie Nr. 9, Bild Nr. 1.” It depicts visitors to “Schlaraffenland” (Cockaigne) eating pieces of a wall made of cake to enter the country, with a sausage tree seen in the background.
They are eating the wall of cake in a very serious manner.