Tara Teeling

Peaches - Poem by Tara Teeling

By gravel’s edge sits
the sleepy farmer. His resin chair
tips lazily, while he hums lightly
with the buzz-flurry of flies. The baskets
belch with greens, reds and orange,
all shiny and begging for a wanton touch.

The Sunday driver, with
a lust for sweetness on his
lizard tongue, will veer toward
the side, in search of nectareous
hair-trigger splendour.

Through the profusion of
glossy hues and enchanting
bouquets does his eyes come to
rest on the wonder of the peach.

Velvet orbs with feather floss
beam brightly from their bed.
Cheeky sunfire marble with
the bellybutton stem, smelling
of August and beginnings.
To the ear, there is laughter and
black night cricket chimes.

The colour has begun to bruise,
bleeding ember and flame, leaving
beautiful contusions on the skin,
like a summer dusk sky. Far more
tempting than an apple, the plumpish,
pudgy peach is a thing of passion and

The Sunday driver cannot stand to wait,
his lust overtakes his reason,
so he sinks in his teeth, breaking the skin,
letting the sweet blood drizzle
down his squared, savage chin.
He sounds his kill with sloppy slurping.

The flesh pulls revealing the wrinkled,
ridged heart, heralding the pending death
of the summer equinox, warning of winter.

Comments about Peaches by Tara Teeling

  • (4/22/2006 12:37:00 AM)

    Your use of language, imagery is phenomonal! In fact it is almost numbing that you pour them out one after another with apparent ease.I have not looked at any of your biography but it doesnt matter what your age or background you speak with a very distinct voice and tell a very beautiful tale....thank you for the courage and the generosity. Let it Flow! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 21, 2006

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