
A Sonnet to a Lemon Drop
It’s like this, I said, you know when you walk
through Lynch Gate at St Nicholas’s church,
with the old yew tree leaning toward you,
and every parishioner for a 1,000 years
is buried underfoot, and tombstones lean
just like that yew tree, and you open those
church doors, heavy as oak can ever be,
and it slams shut like thunder behind you
and you know you’ll never escape this place,
and you walk along the transept, the organ
in the loft inhaling breath and exhaling
a blast that shims the beams back into place
while the chorus sings “Hallelujah!”, well,
that’s what it’s like to suck on a lemon drop.
PB: Day 2 Food ©️ Misky 2020
4 responses to “for PB Day 2”
Deliciously written Misky! 💛
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Thanks!
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That’s a great punch line – laughing here.
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Thanks, Peter.
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