Orange Blossom

The smell of freshly peeled oranges takes me back to childhood, freckles and cardamom. A happy nostalgia I replenish every time I zest an orange. Haikus on theme.

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~Percolated feuds

In orange blossom waters

shark infested snoods

bleeding into three quarters

fizzy altitudes~

~Blood orange used to blossom

in Galilea’s

fields of heavy pomelos

now just pips of pith

tipped angular dominoes~

~Pebbled pistachios

orange blossom and syrup

sorbet iced mangoes;

and petals from three roses~

~Fresh and frothy carrot juice

land of honeyed-milk-

blossom orange truce~

~Plumes in bleeding flow

blossom orange crystalised

bruised olives and foes~

~Orange blossom and flowers

dispersing inland

its now bloodied powers~

~There is no solace

if all we do is destroy

orange blossom cloy~

~Orange, the precious blossom

cascading into

crosses in chemical cloths~

~How long will this pause

infuse orange blossom back

into cloudless skies~

~What comes after this?

You decide; orange, blossom,

a glimpse into peace~

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