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Today I’m reposting one of my OctPoWriMo poems. I wrote this in response to Day 3’s prompt: the taste of metal, which made me think of shish-kebobs, which of course made me think of toasting marshmallows. The form is cherita. 
The part of the barbecue I like the best.
I select a skinny branch on the tree and snap it off.
I peel off the bark, and I sharpen one end of my stick to a point, rubbing it against the concrete back porch steps.I stick a marshmallow on my homemade skewer, and hold it over the smoldering coals.
There is an art to this: too close, and it burns; too far away, and it takes forever.
Just right, and the sugary white blob turns brown, like deep suntan, the innards sweet melty goo.
Any suggestions on how I can make this poem better? Please comment below.
I may drop off Weekend Writing Warriors for a while. All my stories are in the midst of rewriting. The stories you haven’t seen yet are too raw for human eyes right now; they need to stew awhile.
ARHtistic License 
Reminds me of the family get-togethers we had at my grandparents’s cottage.
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This captured perfectly my feelings about toasting marshmallows . . . which is something I suddenly realize I haven’t done in ages and eons.
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Oh, I forgot to add: make sure you come back to us when you’re ready!
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Will do!
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Enjoyed the poem! Brings back good memories 🙂
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Now I want marshmallows haha
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I know, right? It was such a big part of the BBQ culture of the early 60s. All summer long we either hosted a weekend barbecue or went to one, played croquet or badminton or horseshoes, and at the end, usually around nightfall, the kids all roasted marshmallows.
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It sounds like a lovely evening.
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Now I want marshmallows. 😀 Very nice sensory images! Unless you like the repetition of starting several lines with “I,” you might reorder a sentence (or two) for variety.
Hope to see you again soon!
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Thanks for the suggestion, Caitlin.
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I too now fancy toasted marshmallows! (Being a Brit, I find a lot of American BBQ customs a novelty! I was introduced to s’mores a few years ago on a visit to the U.S. and a friend sent me some Graham crackers so I can do them over here. I’m afraid I can’t help with the poem because I am no poet myself – but I did enjoy it!
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Since I don’t write poetry, I always admire those who can. The imagery made me want to roast some marshmallows, too.
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