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© Jo Hewitt THE TEAL MANGO, 2017

 

Years ago I tasted my first fig. I wasn’t sure about it, so tried another. It is an odd fruit, an enigma of dichotomy. It is fibrous and gives the appearance of a matte toughness, yet bruises easily. It offers illusion. It is not overtly juicy, but satisfies a thirst. Even when ripe it presents the freshness of green rooted in the musk of earth.  It draws you from muddy purples to amaranth and orchid bedding a dazzling array of seeded fertility. From poets to scripture, figs have been lauded for healing and as an aphrodisiac, one of the Fruits of the Gods.

 Fig

 
 
Figs by Jo Hewitt ©2017

Figs by Jo Hewitt ©2017

 
 
Much unexpected,                                    
 
Subtle juicy, earthy, green,
 
 
Now an addiction.
 
 
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