Island Season

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Here, seasons are named after fruits,

October is pear season,

March is for naseberries,

June-plums ripen in September.

Mango season begins in May,

ends by mid-August

and runs concurrently with tamarind,

otaheite, guinep and guava seasons.

 

Breadfruits ripen all year round

and like ornaments of hope

hung too high, the fruits are too far

to be reached by hand.

 

The coconut matures to a brown sphere,

you have to chop and  husk

to get to the sometimes mired

moon melted in its middle.

 

One June,

when the days had just begun to reek

of fallen fruits,

he died.

 

The first tamarind shaken off life’s limb

lying on its back

like a half-hollowed brown man

with an opening in its side

and ants streaming

from its belly like blood.

 

For in this country,

the low-hanging fruits have no season

they never ripen,

they fall off

too young and die like fathers.


Submitted: November 08, 2020

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