Poem -
Burnt and Bitter Oranges
Burnt and Bitter Oranges
When they eventually found her suspended
in sepia like that
The years no longer seemed to matter at all
She was important
for a micro-moment and not a moment more
Yet the taste and the smell
of her did linger, like burnt and bitter oranges
against the very fabric
of his hungry sore and swollen throat …
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Comments
This feels very dark!!, brilliantly done
lorna x
Dark does it for me every time Lorna .. Bless you xx
Neville an enthralling write and one that for a moment took me in one direction with your words,
'Â suspended
in sepia like that'
thinking it was old retrieved photograph, then you took me in a completely different direction.
So nicely done and imagined.
Full honours to you and I wish you well my friend.
Isn't that just part of the joy of words Shaun and maybe more specifically of poetry .. subjective perceptions & poetic license lend, marry & merge into a single mighty one .................. I am indeed truly honoured my friend and not only thank you, but wish you & yours well .................................. NevilleÂ
You know I was reminded of the nirvana track 'Polly' here Neville. For me you have painted an image of darkness suspended for one moment in an excruciatingly blinding light before fading from all memory ...leaving only an aftertaste...x
Thank you Marion, I am more than happy with that analysis .. x