PSH: Poets of the Week

Bio (auto)

Zyskandar A. Jaimot resides in Orlando, Florida far from the economic ravages of the cold wind and snow in the North+MidWest."To me--poetry is a long summer night full of fits and starts--when dark walls come close suffocating me in my airless cubicle--and it is only eventually I am able to peal the sticky sonnets from off my spent skin."

le Grossiers (little cherries)

Young fruit
unaware of its desirability.
In early spring small cherries
‘le grossiers’
from the rich Loire region
grace produce bins
at upscale Parisien vendors.
Tiny red sweet fruits,
adored by young American women.
Flocking tour groups of high school classmates
just graduating to experience
joys of European sophistication
mixed with wine and the best fromage.
Une - deux - trois,
the sweet essence is gobbled down.
The sensation of smooth small beads
on lips and tongue at first tart
then sublime sugary moisture.
Seductive juices
delicately running down lips
then chins
finally onto budding breasts.
Watched eagerly by men
who await in shifts
at each brasserie
hoping to enjoy
the taste of another kind
of succulent springtime
delight.

Emma Lee
teamlee@ntlworld.com

Bio (auto)

Emma Lee’s stories and poems are widely published. Her poetry collection, “Yellow Torchlight and the Blues” is available from Original Plus (UK). She blogs at http://emmalee1.wordpress.com and can be found at http://teamleepoetry.com. A knee injury forced her out of the ice-rink and she found herself hanging around with bands until she swapped beer-sticky floors for the comforts of cinemas. She lives in Leicester with her husband and daughter.

Wood can Tame Metal

At the bend between fire station
and hospital by the tree that,
hit at seventy miles per hour,
caused a police car to overturn,
fresh flowers were placed.

Then the road was widened
and a mini-roundabout installed.
Stuck behind a correctly-driven
police car, I see a smooth patch
on the tree trunk where metal
once scraped bark.