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

Image by Brooke Davis on Unsplash

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.


25 thoughts on “Accidental

  1. First of all….ouch!! A fall on ice can be devastating. The language is luscious in this piece with “hurt-blue cold on stone” and “pavement’s slip/ twixt cup and lip”.

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  2. Mine neither (happy stuff), Kim. Literally, do the kids in
    the U.K. play the “Fox and Goose” tag game in ‘virgin snow’?
    We did at school recess and noon after we ate lunch.
    I’m afraid to comment of things that I read pretty
    deeply in here, should I be?
    p.s. Last year my daughter slipped and broke her hip on
    her driveway, this was a rare year for us to have had snow.

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    1. Hi Jim! I don’t know the Fox and Goose game, but I never played in snow after a traumatic experience when I was four or five. Never e afraid to comment.😊


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