On What Grounds
A poem I wrote during an informal workshop at the old fire station in Oxford
On what grounds is there a fig tree in hospital?
An eastern heritage locked within key codes and key codes;
A precious promise of diversity.
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If it’s on the table you can have it!
She picked them from the tree two weeks ago
But she had to throw them out as the tissue beneath
Stained in pink blood and mould,
Like the colour of her sari.
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This love child between a pear and an avocado,
Is a symbol of corruption.
This small blossoming fig tree tucked within the back of an old tea room
Shows how heavy content interwoven in knots.
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All the things the fig could have been; a garibaldi, jam or packed in a Lidl bag.
In a place where so much waste is made,
We can really reclaim nature and bite in the pink flesh pure.
On what grounds does any of this make sense?
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
Former healthcare worker and lab worker from Oxfordshire. Author of ten books including Drinking Poetry and Game of Mass Destruction. Travelled to over 20 countries.
Comments (2)
Well done. We enjoyed the imagery of this one! 💙Anneliese
Nice 📝✌️♥️wow, Oxford Poetry Library 📚 😉👍