Our recent session on sense-based writing continues to bear, ah, fruit, with this magnificent ode to marmalade - yes, marmalade! - by Amanda Wray.
Twelve Rough Globes From Seville
Twelve rough globes from
Pressable, peelable,
triumphantly inedible
They are stubborn and
glorious
Dented, pocked and potent
Battered aluminium will
contain them
Blades will subdue them
Thumbs will insert and rip them
apart
Flesh is squeezed, skin is
sliced
And pips ejected from their
pithy nests
Fire and water will destroy
their golden dignity
Turning them ugly with molten
froth and scum
Time reduces them
Chemistry rechristens them
They become one
They seethe and boil
But their constitution has a
heart so resolute and sweet
That its essence prevails
I was their mistress
And then their slave.
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