Wednesday, 5 December 2012

Day Five: 'Poem with a Satsuma in it' by Carole Bromley

Poem with a satsuma in it

There is no sunset can rival
the particular shade of its skin

no sunrise the pimpled texture
no noon-glow the zing.

There can never be too many
satsumas in poems,

each segment a stanza
every metaphor a pip.

I open a book of them
and my mouth waters

even before I’ve tasted
the opening line.

My grand-daughter
cannot say the word

just points at the fruit-bowl
more, more, more

Carole Bromley

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