Marmalade
by S. M.
And so, I confessed
“You've started a poem in me”
A man, Athens, April.
Under orange blossoms
sits
smokes
thinks of me.
Doesn't he know they only yield bitter fruits?
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Author's Note
The streets of Athens in April are laden with the scent of orange blossoms. The smell is intoxicating; as is love.
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I agree about the intoxication. Really like "sits/ smokes/thinks of me".
wonderful. just bought a new jar of marmalade on sunday!*
This works so nicely and the last line is a joy.
Very nice observations. Enjoyed.
Beautifully minimal.
Good work.
This is almost too minimal for my overstimulated tastebuds. I had to go into a different mindset to appreciate it, but when I did, I did. I especially like this (for lack of a better word) Mediterranean sensibility you bring to your work.
Loved your "Marmalade". Was in Athens in 2006. I can see that guy sitting there very clearly. He was wearing a hat, right?
Liked reading this. Nice.