figs

tonight I ate a fig
it was a deep purple colour
balancing between maroon and burgundy
and somewhere in there
a night sky velvet
streaked with green
the promise of ripening
flecked and freckled

split in half
an opening far too physical
skin tearing softly like a staggered moan
the inside
a soggy cluster of seeds
is a soft, fresh pink
with maybe a hint of something
warmer
something more sultry
a blushing, flushing red

Pemberton #4

Driving down that long and dusty road into town
we stopped at a lavender farm
and ate pancakes by the lake
beautiful women wearing hats
sitting next to a lemon orchard
heavy and sagging with
ripe butter yellow citrus
we wove deftly between trees
with laughter
three nimble lemon thieves

summer #5

summer is for
Gemma's gardening hands
dirt underneath her nails
'only the ocean can wash my hands clean now'
summer is for too many walnuts
and arms laden with sunflowers

some dreams 3

I dream warmly and richly

and wildly

sweet and thick and consuming

like honey

i dream and

it surrounds me

and i ache

and its beautiful

Pemberton Tales #3

we looked at one another
with excited understanding
and maybe a bit of relief
such a precious place
to share with such a new friend
what if she didnt get it?
what if it did not enchant her like it did us?
undress all her inhibitions
meet her like a familiar stranger
and kiss her hard on the mouth?
But it was written all over her face
of course it did,
this place enchants everyone

she exclaimed in delight
Gen's eyes met mine and we shared a smile.

Pemberton Tales #2

we traipsed through the bush
banjo in tow
to tie a drape of material
around the slender arm of a roadside tree
to herald her arrival

Pemberton Tales #1

we all piled out the car
tails wagging
in search of southern treasures
bundles of records,
dresses, fabric
sparkling china,
an array of colourful mugs, pots, cups
and a hat rack in pieces

we delight in scattered curious beauty