The Inkwell

Ode to an Orange

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A tale of an orange – from tree to plate
A Zesty little thing,
you sat there in the Spanish heat.
Soaking up warm summer rays
till the moon changed shift with the sun.
And slowly you turned,
to Orange from Green
(and occasional colours
appear in-between)
Hiding under the shade
of dark green leaves,
They stopped you ripening
in the height of the day 

And each colourful segment you hold
bursts in the mouth
quenching the driest thirst
with juiciest flavour.

And at breakfast or snack time,
you are served to the guests.
In a Cafe where the visitors
are truly impressed.

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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.