Poetry: Cheddar and Candy Floss

I write and I write and I write

But all I get is cheese.

Brie, gouda, havarti.

It really doesn’t matter.

As long as you’ve got a cracker.

Man, I wish I could crack this writing thing.

But all I get is fluff.

Cotton, lint, clouds.

It’s really all the same.

Not much to it,

not much out of it.

I write and I write and I write

But all I get is scared.

Scared to share it.

To even reveal the plot.

Scared that I’ll never have more than

Cheddar and candy floss.

But still I write

And hope that someday

The cheese might change colour,

The sugar might spin into gold.

Carly Armstrong is a Pastoral Leadership student at Carey Baptist College.

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