Diana Webb
The Prize
My godmother who may or may not have been a fairy was a consummate cook who specialised in sweet confections.
the scent of a Victorian childhood marzipan roses
At Christmas she made small cakes in the shape of candlelit cottages for every child who came to tea.
witches' chimneys all the crumbs dropped under the table
Her tutti frutti ice-cream, made from a secret recipe, was surely served up at Sleeping Beauty’s Wedding feast, the nectar of bluebirds.
slivers of ice from a hundred years the taste of moonlight
About the Author
Diana Webb edits the Time Haiku journal and runs a haiku group in Leatherhead, Surrey, England, where she lives. She enjoys running haibun workshops.