Last week at my writing group, we were to think of words we’d rather see on our Loveheart sweets. For some reason, I drew a blank on this, but in my group, we’re free to deviate from the task set for us. Personally, I love this less strict approach as the group is more about encouraging us to write rather than completing exercises. The following short poem is what came to me instead…
Lovehearts
Sweet words
that crumble like chalk
in my mouth
with a sharp fizz finish
on my tongue.
I’d rather the perfume
taste of violets,
crush their blank faces
between my teeth.
Mikaela Walker - Writer 