
Papayas and Lemons
In your garden grew a beautiful lemon tree
In mine there was a papaya tree
We breakfasted on fresh papayas
sprinkled with ginger
and drizzled with lemon juice
Until one day a raging storm
blew down the papaya tree
Now we eat our breakfasts alone
and you take your lemons to market
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48 hours without
(on a 2 day sponsored fast for charity)
I bought a bag of tangerines
for the time of breaking the fast –
they sat, glowing orange
temptation in the fruit bowl.
The first day I struggled
to remain normal, distracted
by ugly rumbles in my stomach –
signs of a deep hunger
that on the second day
gave way to dizzy light headedness,
an ability to float
above the mundane everyday.
On the forty ninth hour
I held a tangerine, its scent
spicing the air; how strangely
difficult it was to eat
to deny myself my entry
into that other existence
I had almost started
to glimpse.
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Juliet Wilson is a Scottish poet from Edinburgh (aka Crafty Green Poet) who blogs here (‘creative thinking, greener living’). She is the author of the poetry colleciton ‘Unthinkable Skies’.
Thanks Juliet 🙂
Both fabulous poems Juliet 🙂 thanks for joining our citrus fiesta.
How sad, the multi-layered meaning in “Papayas and Lemons” but so beautifully done, Juliet.
I agree bluebee 🙂
I much enjoyed these, Juliet. ‘Papayas and Lemons’ was most arresting in every way. Tight, crisp as ever . . . and with that wonderful twist of citron at the end!
Beautiful poems!
Citrus are very inspiring fruits. Is this your lemonade tree Gabrielle?
That is my lemonade tree Ben 🙂 from last year – but I have lots of little fruits at the moment so this years harvest should be a bumper crop too – I’ll get more photos.
Lovely, haunting poems, with a sharp tang and the lingering perfume of citrus oils.
Thanks for stopping by Lucy 🙂
amazing sense of how corners of nature transform moments of our lives
thanks Aletha 🙂
Wonderful as usual Juliet.
thanks for stopping by Christina 🙂
Always a joy to read your work, Juliet. Your first poem ‘Papayas and Lemons’ has reminded me of eating canteloupe sprinkled with ginger and lemon juice as a child. When I got to Australia people didn’t serve it that way and thought I was strange for having it like that. I don’t eat it that way anymore and had forgotten I did. I like the little tinge of sadness in your poems. Very real emotion!
I think ginger and lemon juice sounds wonderful – I might have to try it! Thanks Selma 🙂