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.
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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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