Ashke
Bluelighter
I wrote this poem today. It's inspired by the thread on how much we love candykids and hate to see other ravers cut on them. Ohh I know! I'll officially dedicate it to alla them crazy luvved up, sparkly candied out boiz and gyrlz who bring so much love and joy to the rave scene.
Candygirl
I live in a small town,
Rarely touched by time,
Or change
One fire station, one school
Marisville
Full of weatherworn elders
Farmers, housewives
And restless kids like me
All elbows and dirt-smudged cheeks
Hands cupped over watchful eyes
Keeping lookout for something
Anything
un-fa-mil-iar...
And I remember the day
The candygirl swept down on us
Like a scented breeze
And our eyes widened at the sight of her
Flouncing out of her car,
A dazzling vision, this dancing
Pixie-princess with her rainbow arms
Buckled black boots over ripped tights
And a metallic skirt that flashed in the sun
As she skipped, bounced, twirled
Across the parking lot
And into the market on the corner.
Mr. Andrews' in his green pick-up
Shook a grizzled fist
Swerving, honking
To avoid us as we eagerly ran
Across the street, to the window
Pressing noses to the glass
To watch the cheery animation
Of the candygirl's face as she chattered
With the cashier boy, Mike, who stood baffled
Rosy-cheeked and fumbling
As the spell she cast made him forget
His stress, not to mention how to work
The cash register.
Patiently we waited, and caught her
As she tried to leave the market
The door chime fading behind her
Her head tipped and bemused
Glitter-purple lips pursed
As a circle of youthful eyes
Looked on in wonder
And for a moment she didn't know
What to say or what to make of us
Twisted the cap off her new purchase
Generic bottled water
Took a drink, and then finally spoke
With a voice that touched me
Like sunshine kisses our backs in June
"Would you kids like some candy..?"
We blinked, and before we could answer
She yanked a satchel from her shoulders
Tattered canvas covered in stickers, patches
Strung with plastic baubles, shiny things
And I wondered what magic she kept inside
She pulled from its depths
Jewel colored lollypops
Plastic-garbed sweets
Nothing like the sober chocolates
Sold in the market on the corner.
Uncertain silence hovered over the moment
But wavered as greedy hands
Grasped for treasure
And the afternoon colored with laughter.
Paul mumbled to Brian,
His eyes fixed on her arms
And she grinned, extended them
"Go ahead."
The boys were dubious
But the Candygirl just laughed.
'Of *course* boys can wear them!'
All my favorite boys do, where I'm from
The ones who entrance
All the girls with their moves
As they dance..."
And young hands eagerly grasped again
To strip a strand of rainbow
For his or her own.
She was headed to some magic party
She explained in wistful ramble
Just a few sentances, painting with words
Images in my mind, technicolor dreamworlds
Thumping with cosmic arcade rhythms
We couldn't fully comprehend
But sat transfixed until too soon
She took another quick drink of water
Smeared the back of her hand to her chin
And said she had to fly.
She only graced my little town
Perhaps ten minutes, and then
Her sky blue car was racing past corn fields
The windows down, the radio blasting
Just ten minutes but she left behind
A hint of her dazzle, because now
Suzy wears her baby sister's pacifier
Proudly on a ribbon round her neck.
When my best friend leaves he no longer
Has to get home, no, he has to 'fly'
And plastic strands of rainbow
Never leave our skinny wrists
I live in a small town,
Rarely touched by time,
Or change
But here in Marisville
Lazy conversations often revisit
The memory of her
The pixie-princess
The dancing candygirl
And her brief yet lasting impression
As she flew past.
~ By Ashke, a.k.a Whitney Prince
Candygirl
I live in a small town,
Rarely touched by time,
Or change
One fire station, one school
Marisville
Full of weatherworn elders
Farmers, housewives
And restless kids like me
All elbows and dirt-smudged cheeks
Hands cupped over watchful eyes
Keeping lookout for something
Anything
un-fa-mil-iar...
And I remember the day
The candygirl swept down on us
Like a scented breeze
And our eyes widened at the sight of her
Flouncing out of her car,
A dazzling vision, this dancing
Pixie-princess with her rainbow arms
Buckled black boots over ripped tights
And a metallic skirt that flashed in the sun
As she skipped, bounced, twirled
Across the parking lot
And into the market on the corner.
Mr. Andrews' in his green pick-up
Shook a grizzled fist
Swerving, honking
To avoid us as we eagerly ran
Across the street, to the window
Pressing noses to the glass
To watch the cheery animation
Of the candygirl's face as she chattered
With the cashier boy, Mike, who stood baffled
Rosy-cheeked and fumbling
As the spell she cast made him forget
His stress, not to mention how to work
The cash register.
Patiently we waited, and caught her
As she tried to leave the market
The door chime fading behind her
Her head tipped and bemused
Glitter-purple lips pursed
As a circle of youthful eyes
Looked on in wonder
And for a moment she didn't know
What to say or what to make of us
Twisted the cap off her new purchase
Generic bottled water
Took a drink, and then finally spoke
With a voice that touched me
Like sunshine kisses our backs in June
"Would you kids like some candy..?"
We blinked, and before we could answer
She yanked a satchel from her shoulders
Tattered canvas covered in stickers, patches
Strung with plastic baubles, shiny things
And I wondered what magic she kept inside
She pulled from its depths
Jewel colored lollypops
Plastic-garbed sweets
Nothing like the sober chocolates
Sold in the market on the corner.
Uncertain silence hovered over the moment
But wavered as greedy hands
Grasped for treasure
And the afternoon colored with laughter.
Paul mumbled to Brian,
His eyes fixed on her arms
And she grinned, extended them
"Go ahead."
The boys were dubious
But the Candygirl just laughed.
'Of *course* boys can wear them!'
All my favorite boys do, where I'm from
The ones who entrance
All the girls with their moves
As they dance..."
And young hands eagerly grasped again
To strip a strand of rainbow
For his or her own.
She was headed to some magic party
She explained in wistful ramble
Just a few sentances, painting with words
Images in my mind, technicolor dreamworlds
Thumping with cosmic arcade rhythms
We couldn't fully comprehend
But sat transfixed until too soon
She took another quick drink of water
Smeared the back of her hand to her chin
And said she had to fly.
She only graced my little town
Perhaps ten minutes, and then
Her sky blue car was racing past corn fields
The windows down, the radio blasting
Just ten minutes but she left behind
A hint of her dazzle, because now
Suzy wears her baby sister's pacifier
Proudly on a ribbon round her neck.
When my best friend leaves he no longer
Has to get home, no, he has to 'fly'
And plastic strands of rainbow
Never leave our skinny wrists
I live in a small town,
Rarely touched by time,
Or change
But here in Marisville
Lazy conversations often revisit
The memory of her
The pixie-princess
The dancing candygirl
And her brief yet lasting impression
As she flew past.
~ By Ashke, a.k.a Whitney Prince
