Mango – a poem by Leela Soma
It’s Mango Season in India (April, May and June.) Asians in Glasgow also look forward to special baskets of fruit from the sub -continent, sold in Asian shops. You can find different flavours and types quite unlike thos you find all year round in supermarkets.
Tiny green mango, picked from on high,
Bit hard, sour, white saps burns the impatient tongue,
Evokes memories of childhood days, a sigh
Ensues, a new life oceans away, far flung.
The dark green skin envelops tight, a stone hearted core,
The knife splits open luscious bright orange pulp, a sweet
Strong aroma spurts out and a million taste buds want more,
Enraptured, enslaved for life, this king of fruits, a treat.
Now ripe in greengrocer’s boxed display
Glasgow’s sun caressed fruits, stacked and rare
On plastic green grass of tropical fare,
An exotic array, in an aspiring bowl of clay.
Childhood dreams that oceans separated
Revived in one bite.
This section: Sweet or sharp summer stories and poems
Filed under: Sweet or sharp summer stories and poems
- Two poems by Finola Scott: ‘Garlic’ and ‘Rhubarb’
- Onion by Leela Soma – vegetable inspired poetry
- Mum’s Favourite Flowers by Mussie Abbasi Harrison
- Flowers – poems by Leela Soma
- Soporific Summers and Antonia Seaward
- Mango – a poem by Leela Soma