Tuesday, May 10, 2022

Ode to a breakfast (with mangoes)

 

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.

17 comments:

  1. What a gorgeous way to start a day!

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  2. It 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

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  3. Superb verse, brought alive in tasty lines, very nice...

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  4. This 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 💝💝

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  5. Memories. We had an orchard once. It was heaven.

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  6. oh dear i once had a Julie Mango tree, it was cut doen some years now. You poem too e back with silent tears

    much💛love

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  7. Delicious work indeed. Thanks.

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  8. That sounds like a great breakfast overall.
    "The smell of unsweetened chocolate brew."
    I have been meaning to make a homemade
    chocolate drink for years.

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  9. Lovely piece Grace. There's also the wondrous journey the mango makes from tree to your breakfast table. We live in marvellous times.

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  10. Lovely poem about a tasty fruit.

    Arcadia Maria

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  11. You make this sound very delectable, Grace! Your ode to the Mango is very well done.
    Love the sun in the warm belly of the mango!

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  12. I LOVE mangoes! They don't grow in New Zealand so all are imported, mainly from the Pacific Islands.

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  13. This 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.

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  14. Oh, so evocative a poem! Sometimes we get hold of a crate of Punjab mangoes, and it is heaven......

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  15. Oh, so evocative a poem! Sometimes we get hold of a crate of Punjab mangoes, and it is heaven......

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  16. Mmmm...mango love! Mangoes are known as king of fruits in India.

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  17. I have two ripening on the counter right now!

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