Candy Cane
by Elaine Magliaro
Wrapped in a cellophane of sound:
a striped stick of sweetness,
red as Rudolph’s nose,
white as Santa’s beard.
Crinkle open your peppermint present.
Let your tongue celebrate
the wintry taste of Christmas.
Click here to find links to Poetry Stretch Results—Seasonal Offerings at The Miss Rumphius Effect.
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5 comments:
I may despise candy canes (I was a weird kid, what can I say?), but I love this poem!
Oh, this is fun!
Tricia and Laura,
Thanks for stopping by. Sometimes I enjoy writing a poem just for the fun of it.
Do you remember ribbon candy? We'd get a box of it every Christmas when I was little--but I don't recall anyone ever eating it.
My mom loves ribbon candy! I bought her a box every year until she became diabetic. Now I buy the sugar-free chocolate. It's sooooooo much better!
Now I have to go raid the candy cane stash. I love the peppermint zing of these candies.
Great poem!
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