Now in the garden

Swollen and ripe

The plums are

Fleshy  pendulums.

The promiscuous sweetness

Of an April consummation.

Ready to fall.

In my flesh too

Grows a secret seed.

The promise

Of such promiscuous sweetness-

Has bloomed.

Like Eve,

I am ready to fall.


By Fiona Lochhead     Aug 2011