they dressed you in cream
heavy fluffed in butter cake
drizzled in chocolate syrup
but i love you best
freshly plucked
from tree
my hands scooping your flowering-
green-eyed by rain
skin yellowed as papaya
with plump flesh
sliced flat across the seed-
a blend of tangy sweet as jasmine & citrus
halved, quartered & diced
you bring the sun's warm
belly within you
here's my young legs racing towards
the smell of unsweetened chocolate brew,
the steam of rolled sticky rice
mellowed in coconut milk
with a dash of salt
wrapped
in slender palm leaves,
with ripe mangoes
my mornings are gifts from tropical land
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Bon Appetit Poetry with guest Misky. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
What a gorgeous way to start a day!
ReplyDeleteIt took me many years to appreciate mango... the difference between those terrible things we used to get and a really ripe one couldn't be compared. The best one we can get in Sweden are usually from Pakistan
ReplyDeleteSuperb verse, brought alive in tasty lines, very nice...
ReplyDeleteThis is exquisitely drawn, Grace! I especially resonate with; "my hands scooping your flowering-green-eyed by rain, skin yellowed as papaya with plump flesh sliced flat across the seed." We are eagerly awaiting as they come in season next month 💝💝
ReplyDeleteMemories. We had an orchard once. It was heaven.
ReplyDeleteoh dear i once had a Julie Mango tree, it was cut doen some years now. You poem too e back with silent tears
ReplyDeletemuch💛love
Delicious work indeed. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds like a great breakfast overall.
ReplyDelete"The smell of unsweetened chocolate brew."
I have been meaning to make a homemade
chocolate drink for years.
Lovely piece Grace. There's also the wondrous journey the mango makes from tree to your breakfast table. We live in marvellous times.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem about a tasty fruit.
ReplyDeleteArcadia Maria
You make this sound very delectable, Grace! Your ode to the Mango is very well done.
ReplyDeleteLove the sun in the warm belly of the mango!
I LOVE mangoes! They don't grow in New Zealand so all are imported, mainly from the Pacific Islands.
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely! My grandparents grew mangoes and we'd huge quantities of them when I was a kid, straight from the trees. Shop bought ones are just not the same.
ReplyDeleteOh, so evocative a poem! Sometimes we get hold of a crate of Punjab mangoes, and it is heaven......
ReplyDeleteOh, so evocative a poem! Sometimes we get hold of a crate of Punjab mangoes, and it is heaven......
ReplyDeleteMmmm...mango love! Mangoes are known as king of fruits in India.
ReplyDeleteI have two ripening on the counter right now!
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