The Girl Next Door

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 15 Feb 2012
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She sat, skinning a lemon; spying,
as I was, through a hole in the fence.
The way she only half peeled it;
sank her teeth, deep into its flesh...
never mind its content running
down her chin, or how sticky
her fingers got.

She couldn’t care, not one toss...
Didn’t flinch at its tartness,
as she drizzled pips on the grass
from those dew-kissed lips of hers.
Rubbed juice into her palms, wove
sunlight through her curls.
Oh, that I were they!

Her mother lay down the law,
but there was no stopping her now...
swapping blonde-speak with her mates,
and paying no heed to nobody-
least of all, me, till she was yellow
as a buttercup, and how I longed
to be a daisy.

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Oooh! the bitterness of the lemon, makes my eyes water, sinking her teeth into the flesh, something I could never do. A poem of love that cannot be, is how I read this piece. I think I've been there myself many times. I loved the idea of her being as yellow as a buttercup and the longing to be a daisy. Nice one Tina. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hi there, Jenny;-) I can't remember the number of times I sat on the balcony of our council flat in London, a bowlful of lemons in front of me, and willing the sun to come out. Mind you...I used to wait till my mum had gone to work first. Pleased you enjoyed. Tina

 

Submitted by lcowan on
Very nice images. Lovely innocence about it. I used to take lemons to school, peel and eat them. They are still, to this day, my favourite fruit.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Many thanks, Icowan...and welcome to ABC. I very much appreciate your reading this, and for taking the trouble to comment. Mind you, it made my eyes water just reading it;-) Tina