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Mama packs them
in my lunch
all winter long.
They burn my eyes
after so many days
of dull gray clouds.
They flare
and singe my fingers
when I tear away their skins.
In my mouth
they explode!
refreshing me with promises
of summer.


Michelle Barnes at Today’s Little Ditty sent me some sunshine this week. She nominated me for a Sunshine Award. Thanks, Michelle! I needed that. The skies have been dreadfully gray. I hope no one will mind that I decided to pass along the sunshine with the poem above.

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© Elizabeth Steinglass, 2014, all rights reserved

21 replies
  1. Rosi says:

    Nice poem. Glad you found some sunshine on your dreary weather day. We would love to have some gray skies and rain! Dry as a bone and clear skies every day all winter. Not a good thing for us.

  2. Robyn Hood Black says:

    A wonderful clementine poem is the perfect way to pass along sunshine, Liz! Thanks for sharing. “They flare/and singe my fingers/when I tear away their skins” – what a great image!

    • lsteinglass says:

      No, I hadn’t read it. Thank you for sharing it with me. It really transported me to that time and that place and that orange in his hands.

  3. Linda Baie says:

    I love this, Liz, & it too reminds me of Soto’s Oranges. I love that you kept the sunshine through the poem. I keep a constant supply of Clementines at school, good for a treat, keeps me from the donuts!

    • lsteinglass says:

      Thanks, Linda. Yes, I really wanted to keep the sunshine consistent throughout and also never actually use the word sun. I keep a constant supply on the kitchen counter. I just love seeing them there all winter–in addition to eating them.

  4. Renee LaTulippe says:

    Ooh, great image with the singed fingers! What an inventive way of looking at a clementine – and just the shot of sunshine I needed in these interminable gray days. Lovely poem, Liz!

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