A poem that hits the spot

Here's a poem that hits the spot

Picture of John Agard
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Here’s a piece of poetry which I came across recently and just could not resist the urge to share it with you my readers, this is a poem that hits the spot hard for me, hope it does as much and more for you.


Note: this was published in the Commonwealth Education Trust Books, 2014. I lay no claim to the ownership of this material, it is used only on my understanding of it being in the public domain and my true love for the piece.


Here is the poem By: John Agard

If I did tell she hold this gold of sundizzy tonguelicking juicy mouthwater flow ripe with love from the tropics


she woulda tell me trust you to be mellowdramatic


so I just say taste this mango


and I watch she hold the smooth cheeks of the mango


blushing yellow and a glow rush to she own cheeks


and she ask me what do I do now just bite into it?


and I was tempted to tell she why not


be a devil and eat of the skin of original sin


but she woulda tell me trust you to be mysterious


so I just say it’s up to you if you want to peel it


and I watch she feel it as something precious


then she smile and say looks delicious


and I tell she don’t waste sweet words when sweetness in your hand,


just bite it man


peel it with the teeth that God give you


or better yet do like me mother used to do


and squeeze till the flesh turn syrup


nibble a hole then suck the gold like bubby in child mouth,


squeeze and tease out


every drop of spice sounds nice me friend tell me


and I remind she that this ain’t apple core so don’t forget the seed, suck that too


the sweetest part the juice does run down to your heart


man if you see the English rose she face was bliss down to the pink of she toes


and when she finish she smile and turn to me


lend me your hanky my fingers are all sticky, with mango juice


and I had to tell she what hanky you talking bout


you don’t know when you eat mango you hanky is your tongue


man just lick you finger you call that culture


lick your finger you call that culture


unless you prefer to call it colonisation in reverse 

John Agard is an Afro-Guyanese playwright, poet and children's writer, born on 21 June 1949 in British Guiana (now Guyana). In 2012, he was selected for the Queen's Gold Medal for Poetry. Read More Sourced From Wikipedia