I fingered a lemon so ripe
that its citrusy tang
leapt from my fingers
to my nose… And it lingered there
from spring bright to winter dark.
Bubbly spirits tend to dull the senses,
slightly mask tastes, scents and thoughts…
But licking lemon
after sipping sparkly wine
fills my tongue with rekindling vibes.
“Make lemonade out of Fate’s lemons,”
said a mouth in the crowded feast.
I smiled towards the communal buzz…
while sipping wine and licking lemons,
and freeing my soul to make everything.
for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Artistic Interpretation)
Still Life with Fruit 1852, by Severin Roesen