Lemon Mouth

The lemons in your garden that you used to flavour your tea
Come to me when I think of you
Covered in fruit flies

Your blue-fire eyes that steely stare
Your metal-grey hair

You reeled me in

That was the year you got scurvy
You almost lost a leg

The thought of a hospice bed
That deathly dread
Fuelled your ferocity

In the end you went gentle into that good night
A half-smile on your mouth in the morning light
I did not attend the funeral

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 8/9/2018 9:00:00 PM
Congratulations on your win with this wonderful poem, Zara - blessings and best wishes for more! :-)
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Zara Bosman
Date: 8/10/2018 12:32:00 AM
Thank you!
Date: 8/8/2018 9:14:00 AM
Congrats on your gold medal win with this well executed sourpuss poem.
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Zara Bosman
Date: 8/8/2018 3:20:00 PM
Thanks?
Date: 8/8/2018 7:53:00 AM
Nicely done. Congrats.
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Zara Bosman
Date: 8/8/2018 3:21:00 PM
Thank you!
Date: 8/8/2018 1:27:00 AM
Beautiful. Congrats Zara
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Zara Bosman
Date: 8/8/2018 2:29:00 AM
Thank you!