A slender oval
hangs from a distant
tree with leaves wrapping
round it continuously.
When darkness comes,
no light left
A slender oval
finds shelter,
retaining its
bitterness and form.
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
10 years ago
Those first four lines are so evocative, conjuring a citrus-scented Arabian night...
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful; I love the imagery you stir in my soul~
ReplyDeletePerfect description. We are surrounded by fruit-filled citrus trees right now (Palm Desert). Amazing.
ReplyDeleteA lush and lovely piece of writing...a real treat for the senses!
ReplyDeleteLynette
Pamela,
ReplyDeleteYour words transported me to thoughts of a balmy evening in Provence, France...
Beautiful.
Best wishes, Eileen
Pamela, Thank you for your kind comments, left at The Life of a Poet Interviw post!
Great work with the iamgery. I've onle ever seen lemons in a store...blessings of your warm climate!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and strong!
ReplyDeleteHow interesting that you moved from the tartness of the lemon to the bitterness. I can smell the citrus!
ReplyDeleteIt's bitterness and form, colour so bright...that was a nice poem
ReplyDeleteWonderful imagery, Pam. I can see this lemon.
ReplyDeleteYou describe it so well, Pamela. Even though I've never actually seen lemons growing on a tree, your words give me a glorious view.
ReplyDeleteYou have characterized lemons wonderfully, Pam!
ReplyDeleteThey should shine like lamps..... and your poetry.
ReplyDeleteThanks for all the very nice comments.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds mysterious and sensual as well.
ReplyDeleteThanks Judy.
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