Fairy Floss
by Donna JT Smith

     “My sweetness is an airborne kiss;
     A fairy floss of sugared bliss!”

Confection calls me, “Come and eat!”
And I am drawn to wispy treat!
Around a paper cone it twirls;
Above my head this pink cloud swirls.
I pull some off and start to chew —
It melts upon my tongue like dew!

     Oh, sweetness of an airborne kiss;
     Sweet fairy floss of sugared bliss!

As brief as smoke from candlewick,
It disappears without a lick.
Each bite is like the one before,
And I am left still wanting more —
Cotton candy at the fair —
Stick out my tongue — it isn’t there!

     This sweetness of an airborne kiss;
     My fairy floss of sugared bliss!

The only telltale signs, I think,
Are that my tongue’s a little pink,
And candy’s irksome shrinking trick,
Is making me a little sick!
My mouth shouts out, “Encore, encore!”
But tummy cries, “No more, no more!”

     “No sweetness of an airborne kiss;
     No fairy floss of sugared bliss!”

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This poem grew from childhood memories of eating cotton candy at the fair. Heaven forbid it should rain — or even be too humid! You would be left with just the paper cone in minutes!

In an earlier version of the poem I had the lines:

          Oh, lightness of an airborne kiss;
          Oh, cotton ball of sweetest bliss!

I liked that portion, so tossed it in the newer version of the poem, and then decided to make it a refrain (though starting with a refrain is a bit unusual), and changed it slightly each time.

After a quick bit of research, I learned that cotton candy had been called “fairy floss” originally. I liked the sound of that, so made the revision from “cotton ball” to “fairy floss,” and “sweetest” to “sugared,” both of which had been bothering me.

Smith

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Once upon a time there was a little girl, named Donna, whose mother gave her a book of poems called A Child’s Garden of Verses by Robert Lewis Stevenson. She loved this poetry, and it greatly influenced her thinking and writing from that day forward. Donna JT Smith has written many poems and a good portion of them may be found on her blog: Mainely Write (mainelywrite.blogspot.com). Retired after many years of teaching in the elementary schools, she now finds more time to focus on her writing, dabble in watercolors, and sing a little more freely on the coast of Maine, where she lives quite comfortably with her amazing husband, two large dogs, and a talkative cat.