Candied Peel
Nonchalant girl
hair twirling
around fingers
Twitching like a fly swat
A mustache held in place
Under nose
With pouted lips
She rolled hair in little buds
Tightly across her crown
Onlookers amused
Boredom leaves
and hair is now the texture
of candied peel
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Mish is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets. Our prompt tonight
is 'Candy' however we would like to use it. A quadrille is a poem
of exactly 44 words excluding the title.
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