I dig through just-arrived groceries
for Cracker Jack and Pink Elephant Popcorn
hold cinnamon hearts tight with my tongue
till my mouth is on fire
pick sweating Smarties and licorice shoelaces
off the icing of my cake
sift through green cellophane straw
to find the last chocolate egg
gobble a bag of jujubes at the ball game
not tasting one
nibble a Mars bar alone in a London train station
and melt home in my mouth
stroll through the fair with sticky hands
and a cotton-candy-blue face
savor tart apples
dipped in gooey caramel
hoard the bulging pillowcase – M&Ms Chicklets
fuzzy peaches and toffees wrapped in orange and black
thrill my tongue to blisters with sour keys
in little brown bags from the corner store
sneak humbugs and allsorts
from the Christmas stash in the closet
study the map
to find the coffee cream
suck a candy cane to a pink skewer point,
making it last to the next candy year.
© 2002 – V. Nesdoly
Have you ever noticed how almost every celebration has a candy to go along with it? A year in the language of candy is what I was trying to get across in “Candy Year,” which was first published in 2004 in Calendar.
And now to you a Happy New Year! May it be filled with sweets of all kinds!
2 thoughts on “Candy Year”
Thanks Vi. I love candy and this brought back memories – tastes and smells, winderful!
Thanks Carol – Hope it didn’t give you a toothache! 🙂