A playful collection of poetry describing specific types of fruit.
Written by Haley Kigbo, 2021
The sweet unknown,
With the first grip sinking in.
Chumbling,
A worms jouissance,
Burrowed within.
Curvaceously innocent,
Or victoriously unique?
What mellow yellow fruit
Could be,
Mushy, opulent, and suggestive?
What is permanently in place,
Within a student’s bag?
That mawkish
Lingering evidence,
Of a school yard treat.
Impale.
Unrestrained and Bewhiskered,
Skin.
Forbidden.
Unyielding and Sinewy,
Flesh.
Astringent.
Acerbic and Saccharine,
Taste.
Heavy fruit in the warm breeze,
Velvet skin to touch,
Branches bowed down.
Leaves grasping and twisting around,
A blushing flower with purpose,
Heavy fruit in the warm breeze.
Black birds feast sitting down,
For it is springtime nevertheless,
Branches bowed down.
A family peach tree with emotions bound,
The taste; a choir in harmonious chorus,
Heavy fruit in the warm breeze.
The first fruit fallen on the ground,
Or plucked straight off the truss,
Branches bowed down.
Years of flavour cemented in,
Memories jovial in summer-time,
The peach tree sways in the warm breeze,
Branches bowed down.
Freckled film,
Unable to trim.
A roused cheek,
So, to speak.
Crisp or soft,
The flesh like frost.
A troubled soul, belonging to unknown,
What identity do I seek? Sweet or savoury?
Why this insistent social attribute to define? Perhaps I should bury my sorrows in wine.
Pasta sauce to brew, a richness like the velvet night,
Maybe its savoury – that could be a delight!
But what about the other half not characterized? My sweet side, I wear with pride.
Proud and loud, fluidity wins,
That’s who I am – a sweet & savoury delight,
For only me to decide!
Valencia fruit,
Picked in the orchids of Spain
Supermarket bought.