Popsicle
A popping candy Popsicle
Beautifully colourful with rings of blue, red and white
Such an ice cold delight
I see fury teddy bear eggs
Escaping their mother the kiwi plant
A bunch of polished cherries in my warm hands
A dish of scrumptious strawberries and cream
I’m I watching cricket in this childhood dream?
I thought I was at Wimbledon
I smell the sweet sea
I feel a giant wave about to splash me
A freshly made sugar ring donut
I lick my sugared lips
Delicious!
I’m back in my childhood again!
Sandy feet and penny games
Long before modern video games
The aroma of freshly cooked fish and homemade crispy chips
Covered in scraps accompanied with salt and vinegar
The indulgence and excitement of eating it out of a inked newspaper
It always tastes the best
A 99 to finish this exhausting, exhilarating day
Swirling whipping vanilla ice cream
Drips down my chin
Encased with the flakiest chocolate bar
Feeling sick on the long winding bumpy ride home
Childhood fictional dreams with memories of where I might have been
Dreams of things I have never even seen
Some places I’ve definitely been
A Popsicle dream
Imagination entwined with words and mind
So many times
It all started with the wonderful word popsicle
Toria
21/7/2022
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