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 🙂
Gabe Feathers McGee 
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