Tuesday Poem: Plums

They give me plums,

But I leave them aside;

I leave them alone

Until

They fill and darken

And swell,

A sweetness this side of wrong,

And then

I accept them

One by slithering one

Into my mouth,

Licking the liquid flesh from the bones,

Collecting the stones.

* Kathy D’Arcy lives in Cork where she is involved in youth work with homeless teenagers. Bradshaw Books published her collection The Wild Pupil. She regularly performs her work alone and as part of the group Catch the Moon.