I love mangoes, Reena. They are a wonderful treat (especially when frozen) on a hot day. My half-Thai step-daughters and I created many Thai dishes with mango. I loved your description, “shades of the sun.”
We overdo certain things in childhood 😀 But yes, mangoes lend to different dishes – desserts, raita, salads, shakes, lassi or just scooping the flesh out of wedges with a sharp spoon.
I loved this. Farmer brings me straight back to the croft, though we grow brassicas and potatoes rather than fruit. The opening line has the feel of lived graft in it: long toil says it all, no need to dress it up. I like how you follow that with the chain of others benefiting: palate, purse, profit. Even without naming politics, it’s all there.
But it’s the twist at the end I relished: “shades of the sun / on our tongue” is such a sensuous shift. Your final phrase hints at kenning: tongue-mango, a lush compound of taste, time and land. Beautiful. A poem with real ripeness. (I couldn’t resist.)
Mango are one of my favorites.
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Thanks ❤️🥭
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So many delicious
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True that 😋
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I love mangoes, Reena. They are a wonderful treat (especially when frozen) on a hot day. My half-Thai step-daughters and I created many Thai dishes with mango. I loved your description, “shades of the sun.”
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Thank you, Colleen!
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You’re most welcome.
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Very creative, with a touch of whimsy! Delightful, Reena.
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Thank you so much, Eugi!
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Most welcome, Reena!
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Yummy mangoes 🥭
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Mangoes compensate for all the discomfort of summer.
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When we were kids, in summer we would eat mangoes on all meals.
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We overdo certain things in childhood 😀 But yes, mangoes lend to different dishes – desserts, raita, salads, shakes, lassi or just scooping the flesh out of wedges with a sharp spoon.
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Yes, that’s true. I really don’t eat mangoes on their own as I find them too sweet. But mixed with other fruits and it’s yummy
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🤤 🤤 🤤
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🙂
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I loved this. Farmer brings me straight back to the croft, though we grow brassicas and potatoes rather than fruit. The opening line has the feel of lived graft in it: long toil says it all, no need to dress it up. I like how you follow that with the chain of others benefiting: palate, purse, profit. Even without naming politics, it’s all there.
But it’s the twist at the end I relished: “shades of the sun / on our tongue” is such a sensuous shift. Your final phrase hints at kenning: tongue-mango, a lush compound of taste, time and land. Beautiful. A poem with real ripeness. (I couldn’t resist.)
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Thank you for the detailed comment! The comment and tanka put together can make a braided Haibun.
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