Friday, 13 July 2012


I haven't written a Poem I was pleased with for a couple years now. I was inspired by the book I recently finished; The Land Where Lemons Grow.

Forbidden Fruit

He cut a quarter from the orange, sliced towards his palm and pierced the rind to pull it out.  
The split 'V' of flesh bled a slue of juice that ran between his blackened fingers.
He offered me the skinned segment on the tip of his knife.