How the Loquats Came to Suzhou
by Kathleen Wilson
It has long been forgotten when,
and taken for granted
that one morning, a golden surplus
was delivered to Suzhou.
Rolling in nuggets wildly down lanes,
it sunk into gardens,
and was eventually absorbed
as a heightened general glow.
That's why now each spring,
colorfully clothed villagers
set up tables close together,
on every turn, in front of their houses,
with identical overflowing baskets.
in the unlimited appeal.
Now the conversations
on the touring boats get louder.
They've moved the tables
into the inside decks during the night.
we float together off the Suzhou coast
luscious, sweet, exposing
our dark, gem-like seeds.
Author's Note: Published, Astarte Journal, an eZine, whuch foucuses on modern legends.12/09
Posted on 12/24/2009
Copyright © 2018 Kathleen Wilson
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/24/09 at 08:35 PM|
... I loved the word choice and useage.....
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/24/09 at 08:56 PM|
...beautiful...and they have a short season, a wonderful plant, ancient, healing, prized...as your verses. Thanks.