
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 Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved 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.