Twisted Citrus
I have ordered a box of oranges
lovingly picked from the Gisborne trees
to juice with apples lemon and ginger
because my throat is spiked with nitpicking negativity
from politicians underplaying our collective successes
and overplaying our minor failures
because my heart is missing beats
at the thought of politicians opening borders
without defining safely
because my knees are weakened
by a woman claiming herself as the colour white
and that swamps don’t matter
because my head distrusts a leader
prepared to smash and grab
in order to gain power and get the country back
because I can’t sleep
because our safety might be under threat
because human decency is even more so
because
and so
I will unpack the box of oranges
and place in a glass bowl so their winter
goodness shines through
Paula Green
This poem packs some real juice. You’ve said it like no other! Excellent poem.
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Am delighted the oranges came from Gisborne in this on the spot poem. Wonderful.
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i get regular boxes from them – these are the first oranges and so good! Just made the juice.
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