SALISBURY JUNCTIONS POEM 7

Everything is richer in the heat - the colours, the sounds, the light. Surprises seem to lurk around the corner, our senses dilapidated by the torpor.

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"One does a whole painting for one peach and people think just the opposite - that particular peach is but a detail." Pablo Picasso

Peaches

Ripe and ready a glut of peaches fell into our hands,

Fragrant in its demeanour rounded in its felt,

We devoured the flesh the skin splitting at our teeth,

Unconscious of our own youth we mouthed the nectar.

There is no satisfaction like this,

Grasping life to the full unbending,

Driven not by the wind or the sea,

But pleasure filling the sail.

Our brave task in not heavy as they slip easily down,

The juice on our hands and lips treacly rich,

Our Summer’s glut is over and satisfied we leave,

The stones the only evidence of our guilty crime.

"There are a whole lot of things in this World that you haven't started wondering about yet." Roald Dahl