Satsuma

Poetry
Miki Byrne


Photo Credit: Raluca/Flickr (CC-by-nc-nd)

Photo Credit: Raluca/Flickr (CC-by-nc-nd)

A pastel ward.
Walls smooth swathes of eau-de-nil
that flow into grey.
White lights haze against pale paint.
Wash everything in clinical blandness.
I hold a bright Satsuma,
vibrant as flame amongst watery shades.
Press my thumbnail into dimpled skin.
A citrus tang fizzes.
Tickles tongue and sinuses,
Brings a tingle along the line of jaw.
I inhale a spurt of vibrant zest,
for one minute I stand in sunshine.

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