Eating poetry
I was very excited this summer to finally eat figs from my ten-year-old fig tree.
Yesterday, I couldn’t resist this tray of plump splendour at my local market. Eating figs always reminds me of that deliciously sensual poem of female desire, by the brilliant Ellen Bass.
‘Unclasp it like jewels, the gold
still hot from your body. Empty
your basket of figs. Spill your wine.’
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