OrangeBy John Moody
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I crave brain burning sun’s plasma
redolent of sugar
clarify caramel, mind’s sweet magma,
cools to ripen, fruit, leaves a film
of creative ideas,
as juice, a slight slime on the skin
which persists through the broil
of weather
trudging fertile soil.
Spontaneous, I sniff fingers
to feather
this aroma which lingers
in bitter Seville or Sweet China.
I journey symbolism
to breakfast on blue bone china.
Porcelain plates to slice fruit
aged in cider, drowning,
dissonant notes from aged brute.
redolent of sugar
clarify caramel, mind’s sweet magma,
cools to ripen, fruit, leaves a film
of creative ideas,
as juice, a slight slime on the skin
which persists through the broil
of weather
trudging fertile soil.
Spontaneous, I sniff fingers
to feather
this aroma which lingers
in bitter Seville or Sweet China.
I journey symbolism
to breakfast on blue bone china.
Porcelain plates to slice fruit
aged in cider, drowning,
dissonant notes from aged brute.
John Moody lives his alleged retirement on Scotland’s Clyde estuary, learning the art and craft of poetry. His work has been published in Dawntreader, Dreich magazine, The SquawkBack, PocketPoetry Southlight, Steel Jackdaw and in anthologies published by Pure Slush Books and Coin-Operated Press. In 2022 John was shortlisted for the Mirrorball Clydebuilt 15 Poetry apprenticeship.