“Veruca Salt: Let’s be friends.
Violet Beauregarde: Best friends.
[both turn away, obviously hating each other]”
Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, 2005 Tim
Upon a chocolate current, inside
a candied carnation boat, pinafored girls,
hands entwined, float. One in crimson beside
one in blue cavort toward fudge fjord, swirled
cliffs umber, cashew. The ones who row
at perfect pace know swudge1 meadow
is the place — teacup flowers, violet, yellow
raised in New Zealand, Chile where they grow
as jovellana violacea.
Sugar replicas, bushes blooming cups
for chocolate milk from cows who graze on
spearmint sugar tufts, corrupt mix up
of flavors presented to two to judge
before dessert — their climb to cliffs of fudge.
1Swudge is a word Dahl coined for the minty
sugar that composed the grass in the chocolate
Kristin Garth is a Pushcart, Best of the Net & Rhysling nominated sonnet stalker. Her sonnets have stalked journals like Glass, Yes, Five:2:One, Luna Luna and more. She is the author of seventeen books of poetry including Pink Plastic House (Maverick Duck Press), Crow Carriage (The Hedgehog Poetry Press), Flutter: Southern Gothic Fever Dream (TwistiT Press), The Meadow (APEP Publications) and Golden Ticket forthcoming from Roaring Junior Press. She is the founder of Pink Plastic House a tiny journal and co-founder of Performance Anxiety, an online poetry reading series. Follow her on Twitter: (@lolaandjolie) and her website kristingarth.com