Colleen’s weekly challenge poet’s choice.
Merchants on the street
Vivacious and inviting
Draped in eloquence
Buoyant smiles flash behind stalls
Eager hands frisk within stock
,
To touch the velvet skin of fresh apples
So much choice, so many to pick from
To savour the pop and plop of a sample berry
Its bliss, exploding in your mouth
To smell the fragrance of different greens
Chlorophyll delights of every kind
To hold the solid texture of tubers-
bred within the earth
Shapes and shades of every regard
Carrots and yams
Ca-ssava, potatoes
Oh! To sigh from the wistful memories of your dormant senses!
How I miss the market day!
As my order comes,
from who knows where
Disinfected, of its earthen flavour
Nature’s Je-ne sais-quoi
Sanitized away!
Alas, these changing times!
I love a good market… and miss them at the moment.
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I know right, thanks for stopping over Sue, it means alot
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My pleasure, Jude.
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I guess then I am lucky to have a small farmers market I can go to.
I usually head straight for the ‘ugly’ or seconds table. I’ve use some of the onions for onion soup, and the potatoes for potato salad and home made potato chips!
Still have to wear a mask in – but at least I can ‘smell the farm and the land’. Hope you get to – soon.
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That’s delightful. Fingers crossed. Thank you so much Jules💕
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Wow. I couldn’t think of this idea. Loved this 🧡
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Thank you so much Shreya💕
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Wonderful Jude.
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Thank you so much 💕
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A delight for the senses in your words.
I miss going to farmer’s markets, too.
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Thank you Merril, it’s those small things
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Yes, indeed.
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