Mangoes for bosoms
Wrapped in its own skin
The flesh-like pulp
Will be my womb
tight until I un-ripen
for the right person.
My flesh so tasty
they'd suckle like my nipples
for breastfeeding.
Inspired by Aunt May's sari described as a Mango in Brixton Beach by Roma Tearne
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There you go - that kind of intelligence (Brixton Beach by Roma Tearne) is one of the things which can make MPS so worthwhile. I'm going to put it on order,as Roma Tearne has a rich biography and must surely have something to say.
BTW your poem made me a little warm and sweaty, I have to add...!
In Hawaii we eat local mangoes all the time. But now, after reading your beautiful poem, I will never be able to eat these fruits the same way! 🙂
Well as Fred has said I will now have to look at mangoes in a different way.
Andy
how wonderfully you've chosen to highlight, what brief bright sparks - exist, in this depressingly dim tale (Brixton Beach),
a good use of poetry's juxtaposing tools, to lend a different perspective for established literature,
a bold and creative write
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