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,
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,
and my sugar grows glossy,
youthful elasticity giving way out of necessity
to a hard, candy shell.
I am seemingly impenetrable
but for my soft, nougaty center.
Feature photo: shutterstock
(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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