‘Frientastical’: A Poem Celebrating Friendships New and Old
White hearts congregate like birds
sitting snug on multiple, multiplied family trees.
Feathers melted from milk chocolates, malted, those beauties
perch on top a wedding cake, specially made
for singles like me.
The hearts are browned through the whites of my eyes, caramelised, fragranced
with the aroma of French rose tea, befriending
my every sense with the sweetness of waterfalls.
I am reborn every day,
a foreigner in the floral-speaking country called Friendship, learning, without burning,
its every tradition and myth,
myself dragonised
with each new word and phrase
earned. Face turned unphased,
I let every raindrop grow into my heart’s frosting, returning to the homecoming and upcoming
parties that are my chosen family trees.
The butterflies in my stomach, wings fluttering,
never fly away. Look here they are to stay! Inside I am
freshened by their frientastical sprinkling
of fairy dust.
All I need
to stay sweet, lit and booked up,
is not quite the buttercream
you’d find gleaming on those wedding cakes for, well, let’s just call them non-singles,
because befriended, coffee cream is enough to cure, or rather warm, my frantic frostbites.
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