Thursday, July 18, 2013


HOLDING A PERFECT, RIPE PEACH, right now.  Is there perfection in this world? 

Mother Nature takes care of that.  The bounty of the earth.  Not us..we're here to mess up, spot karma along the way, try to make amends.

But Mother?  At the bottom of all mischief, all temptation.  Be tempted now.  Easily assemble tonight's dessert.  Find a peach as sweet as mine, with real fuzz on it, rosy as a baby's it now, or slice into it...that's right another slice, and another.  Falling into your most precious crystal..the one you drink champs from.  Or the one your grandmother brought over from the old country.

Pour some excellent red wine over the peaches.  They seem to crave it, but not too much...this isn't Sangria.  It's dessert.  So put it on the sideboard.  Go about dinner.  Drink what you wish.  Then get a silver spoon.  Yes, silver and crystal, peaches and wine.  No sugar, no spice, scoop the peaches past your lips, swirl the wine.  Ahhh.....

Here's the ending of a poem that I wrote several years ago.  It's included in a book of poetry, "Two Ghosts"...(aha!)...about a visit to Saint-Paul de Vence.

From "The Peaches of Saint-Paul" :

"A vender's cart,
just wheeled into the shade,
displayed avacados
alongside daisies.

Melons were cut open,
their pale green flesh
too pungent,
summoning a rush of fruit flies.

A dozen peaches
ripened to a dazzling pink.
One glowed with a fever
in my cupped hands.

I brushed its pre-pubescent fuzz
against your cheek.
It became a secret kiss
that no one saw.

But I saved
the first bite
for me."

Copyright/ all rights reserved/ 2013


dori said...

You were BORN to write about food! I can't stop swooning, between your exotic-bordering-on-erotic peachy description and your poem, I'm simply drooling! Please, more more more!

Gina Gao said...

This is a great post! I really enjoyed it.

Lyn said...

Hi dori-
Lovely thing to say..I do love to write about food because everyone really loves food! No matter what we do about it...thank you.

Lyn said...

Hi Gina-
Welcome and was fun to do!

Helen said...

My taste buds are working overtime right now ... AND best of all? I have peaches in my kitchen. Now I must find all of the crystal, etc. :-)

Lyn said...

Hi Helen-
You're halfway there..details, details! Thanks so much, trying essays for a while...

Margie said...

Oh peaches, I love them and now I must have one or maybe two!
I loved your poem!

Thank you!

Blue Sky Dreaming said...

Mouth opened, yes, drooling, yes smiling and thanking you for such words of the always loved peach.
Who doesn't love a ripe peach?

Lyn said...

Hi Margie-
Oh, thanks..a universal appeal..lovely peaches!!

Lyn said...

Hi Blue Sky...
That's the right response..yes, to the best...peaches..Thanks!

21 Wits said...

Two things a woman wants. Yummy delicious dessert and secret kisses! What else is there!

Lyn said...

Hi Karen S...
All in moderation, of course! But totally agree...thanks!

Unknown said...

This is a wonderful poem, Lyn, and who can resist a beautiful ripe peach? Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed reading it. I'm off to the supermarket now for the weekly shop and will be looking in the fruit aisles!

Lyn said...

Hi Sharon-
In love with a peach..imagine that! Thanks so much for stopping by...


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