Untimely Fig

Untimely Fig

A Poem by Sunflower/Sara Kendrick

Short, free verse..


There is a cluster of figs

One is a good size not far from getting ripe

But this time of year on a rocky hillside

Next to the creek soon frost could come

Ole' Jack Frost bringing that white


Devouring tender shoots and figs

Figs that are late out of season

So as to speak

But there is hope for that one fig


Maybe I will get to taste of its

Delicate fruit that is delicious

Wonderful to the hungery soul

I hope that I do, nothing like a mature fig


© 2010 Sunflower/Sara Kendrick

Author's Note

Sunflower/Sara Kendrick
Just some thoughts...Sunflower

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What a delicious write.. I can see the fig ripening and sense the joy, tasting its fruit.. And in this write of hope there is also just the feeling of maturity that can come all around us... if we can wait.. if the frost doesn't come. Beautiful.

Posted 10 Years Ago

brings back memories ~

Posted 10 Years Ago

In my imagination, the fig tree is hoping to give one last gift to those that appreciate it...a gift for you I hope.

Posted 10 Years Ago

I am always interested in late-blooming natural phenomena at the shift of seasons, there's a paradoxical hope and sadness in them, which you've summed up beautifully here.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Yes I see a metaphors in the fig that dares the frost or perhaps, chances the frost because of late maturity. A position we have all been in. First two stanzas are strong and fleshy. This the sort of poem I would like to see again. 4 verses seems fine. A good strong root as I see it. Good one Sunflower.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on September 16, 2010
Last Updated on September 16, 2010
Tags: Short, free verse
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