Sweet Sensuality.
Thinly covered in coarse
stubbly skin,
bursting with sticky
summer-viscosity
the raw fig,
with jacket-full belly
stores and seeps
stew of treacle-seed
always reckoned
to stir and ferment
sweet sensuality.
Full fleshed and split,
sapidly jellied
the fig ferments taste
of delectable bliss,
perishable but ready
with anticipation
fig-craft of nature sates
palates in pleasure.
What can be better methinks
than eating the gift
of a succulently swollen fig ?
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: August 24th, 2022 03:59
- Comment from author about the poem: As my fig tree is bursting with fruit this year I am versing a tribute to delicious fig-sweetness.
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Comments5
This is so good and for so many reasons that I myself hold so very dear ..
Indeed, my own fig originally planted by my great grandfather is bursting with succulent goodness ... again this year ......... Neville x
Thanks Nev. - -- Glad you tasted the pleasure I felt in writing a tribute to a fig tree's yield. Mine too is bursting with succulence................x
Good write Fay
Ooh, I can't have figs, they give me the trots! lol.
Mmmm - - - sad you cant taste the fresh sweeteness of a raw fig dear Orchi - just a little a time may be the answer
I can almost slurp your piece, Fay - pity me, all mine come bubble wrapped from the supermarket.
My salivary glands are working overtime....
Nothing like figs just off a tree Dave - - no comparison with those bubble-wrapped but better than nothing eh - - glad you were slurping cos every time I bite a fresh 'un I do the same my friend.
Wonderful words about a wonderful fruit Fay.
Andy
Simply delightful
Ah - - I am so pleased you enjoyed the read - - fig time of year has always brought out the poet in me.
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