The candy glaze of winter and black puddle splinter chill me to the bone, hurt-blue cold on stone. The pavement’s slip twixt cup and lip disgorges with honey taste of purple berry glistening juicy and ripe in a slow bloody drop into virgin snow. Kim M. Russell, 13th December 2022
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Thankfully, I’m not too late for Mish’s candy quadrille prompt over at the dVerse Poets Pub, which is full of fun facts, sweetness and songs. She asks us to sweeten up our quadrilles and pop a bit of candy into our poems in quadrilles of exactly 44 words, not including the title. I’m afraid mine is not particularly sweet.