the marshmallow moments of girlish childhood,
days sprinkled with hundreds and thousands;
pink, dreamy food.
A tasty treat for life to devour.
The bubblegum day passes,
a chaotic rustle of candy floss dresses,
pink gossamer, and cherry lips whispering
the tart promise of future sweetness.
I am saltwater taffy
pulled this way and that,
pummelled and stretched,
measured beyond expectation,
softened beyond possibility.
I am sweetness poured out on your table,
coloured, blended;
pure sugar bent, twisted, draped, folded,
sliced and packaged.
My sweetness is tempered by
the salt water of births, deaths,
marriages and paychecks.
Hundreds of thousands of worries.
I spin through life,
hotter, brighter,
and my sugar grows glossy,
shiny,
youthful elasticity giving way out of necessity
to a hard, candy shell.
I am seemingly impenetrable
but for my soft, nougaty center.
Mother Hen
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(Writing Prompt: SUGAR, part of Poetry 101 Rehab by Mara Eastern – Thanks, Mara! Feel free to jump on her poetry wagon each Monday!)
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Categories: Poetry
I was wishing for a gauzy skirt like the candy floss days we wore tutu’s or frilly dresses. Hugs, Robin
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