Days like a sweet ripe orange,
waiting for me to suck the juice from it
and snack on the fibrous pulp.
As the sun sinks into a mandarin sea,
I will squeeze the last of it
Into a vodka’d glass and swallow it down
in one boozy gulp.
Days like a sweet ripe orange,
waiting for me to suck the juice from it
and snack on the fibrous pulp.
As the sun sinks into a mandarin sea,
I will squeeze the last of it
Into a vodka’d glass and swallow it down
in one boozy gulp.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | May 27, 2011 - 07:55
I can almost taste your summer, Mark. I do hope your dreams of it keep you going over the next few months. In the meantime back here, we are all praying for that long-overdue 'barbecue summer';-)
Lovely poem.
Tina
Highhat | May 27, 2011 - 14:47
I can relate to this. I would like summer all year round. As I am on the other side of the world we are having summertime here and I would rather not think of winter. But your summer sounds delicious as you have described it in this poem.
;)Pia
maisie | May 27, 2011 - 15:04
this is gorgeous! ta! I'll have one too!
insertponceyfre... | May 27, 2011 - 21:50
me too - line them up dynamaso!
Dynamaso | May 28, 2011 - 00:36
Tina, I hope you get the summer you desire. It has been a very cold start to winter for us here - it has been the coldest May in 41 years here, although nowhere near as cold as you all get, thankfully. Glad you liked this piece.
Dynamaso | May 28, 2011 - 00:38
Pia, as I said in the 'Where Are You From?' forum post, my wife and I would love to be living in the tropics, with winter a distant memory only prompted by national weather reports.
Dynamaso | May 28, 2011 - 00:39
Maisie and Poncey, one glass of glorious summer coming up :)