With The Taste Of Gooseberry Poem by Gert Strydom

With the taste of gooseberry on your lips
you do embrace and kiss me in our beautiful garden,
your one hand is full of bright-red bell-chillies
which you picked among the weavers from their bushes,

the sun and a day-lily is in your hair,
while the fragrance of gardenia surrounds you,
your eyes swallow me where I look into their depths,
do see the whole cosmos in the green-brown of them,
the fingers of your other hand has red-brown earth on them,
while you do grip the sweetest orange carrots,
you are earthy and walk barefoot on the hot sand
while bees do turn threatening around us,
the Jack Russell jumps up and down
and snaps at them try to catch them out of the air.
© Gert Strydom