Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Blood oranges. How do blood oranges inform poetry?

Infuses the element of surprise with the element of joy.

All against a backdrop of the ripe.
Which is to say, seasonal.

Personally, I can't slice into a blood orange without thinking of enjambment. Perhaps, this is just personal.
Nevertheless. And yummy, too.

1 comment:

  1. her easy way with sauces
    and his serious palette in oil

    conspired in making the family
    all mixed up with joy and sorrow