Poems inspired by Edward Hirsch's poem "Cotton Candy." Continue reading for works by Julia, CJ, Sevi, Josie, Mackenzie, Eliza and August.
Beef Udon
It was a winter night at a Japanese noodle shop,
The shop was filled with delightful green light and very crowded,
Filled with nice Japanese greetings and beaming of waiters.
The wind was howling outside,
The bowl of Udon was what gave us warmth.
It was the smell of the salty miso soup and the slippery hot udon,
And the whispering and chattering with my mother.
Let this memory become unforgettable.
Every bite of Udon,
The delicious noodles, and crisp seaweed,
The beautiful smell reminds me each time,
Of the calm and joyful image of my dear mother.
By: Julia ' 19
Christmas Dinner
There is no place like home,
The food was delicious and so delightful,
The tree was lit by bunches of light.
We all gather around the kitchen,
Prepared to say grace.
But there was one person that I can remember her face,
There is no place like home.
By: CJ '20
Jalapeño
I sat on the kitchen counter,
I could hear the knife hitting the cutboard,
The smell of jalapeño’s were strong,
My eyes started to water
From the jalapeño and onion atmosphere.
By: Sevi '20
Barcelona
As we ran down the streets of Barcelona
My sister and I
We stopped at a colorful sidewalk shop
that smelled of a sweet heaven
And sat on the wooden benches
Eating our newly acquired ice cream
Basking in the sun of Barcelona.
By Josie: '19
Barbecue
We skipped past the cooling grill on the deck
We sat in the twisty chairs and picked up a leg.
The tangy chicken with gentle grill marks
The grill on which they had been cooked was closed.
Done for the meal.
My fingers touched the BBQ glaze that had been tenderly painted
My teeth punctured the skin
And then sauce emerged from my lips as a smile
My dad smeared some sauce on my nose
And I replied with a giggle.
The smokey flavor would always come out on top.
By Mackenzie: '20
Ice cream
I sat in the ice cream filled shop.
The sweet air overwhelmed me with a feeling of happiness.
A polka dot chair beneath me the door was open, and a warm breeze filled the shop.
I was happy, and content as I took my first bite of ice cream,
I felt a sweet coldness fill my mouth it was delicious.
By: Eliza '20
Air Heads
We jumped off the cliffs
In cold northern Maine,
We ate airheads
Which brought out the summer
In the freezing water.
One day,
that cliff,
Gone forever.
I still remember looking up
Seeing the hot and glimmering stone
Of the cliff which had drawn us here.
Eating the tangy, sweet, airheads
with my dog jumping off
for the very last time.
But he still loves, still cares, still plays
And I remember that 7 year old boy
Who tasted to sour delectable taste of summer
Which still lingers in my mouth
Which disappears when I breathe
But the memory will not.
Auggie: '20