
The Italian Tree – Tina Rose
Please check out my poem ‘The Italian Tree’ on Free Verse Revolution
The August heat came with love and chance
A melodic butterfly gasoir dance
And stolen kisses underneath the old tree
The sapling brought from Italy
The one which grew up with me
Ah, that strange, crooked tree
My mother loved to tell this story
How it could live for thousands of years
But would only ever bear fruit once
What a gift it would be, in this lifetime
How wonderful, if the universe, aligned
In chance, in beauty, in laughter
And like a bumblebee to lavender
That summer the fruit came
And so did you to me
Your mouth on my mouth
Under the Italian tree
Orange fruit, sweet,
and we
Two love birds perched underneath.
Tina Rose is an English & Drama Graduate from Royal Holloway, University of London and a Masters graduate in English Literary Studies from Durham University. She is a Creative Writing teacher in a…
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