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Cerises d’Hiver

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“Cerises Noires” – Muntinlupa, 30 November 2016

the bittersweet
taste
of summer’s
last fruits
lingers
on my
tongue
like the
final notes
of a
sad song,
like the
final verse
of a
tragedy.

the chill
winds
of winter
come whistling
around me
eddying
swirling
twirling
as i
sink my
teeth
into the
succulence
of cherries
and my
mind
wanders to
long ago
evenings
in midsummer
when voices
were raised
in song
and libations
slaked our
thirsts
for company
for drink
for love.

and now,
all i
have are
stems
and pits
that i
bury in
the ground
plant in
my heart
praying
for spring
to return.

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Author:

Midge started her career in PR writing at seventeen when she began drafting documentaries for a government-run television station in the Philippines. Since then, she made a career in advertising and public relations which ended earlier this year. These days, she works for a corporate governance advocacy in Makati. Aside from what she does for a living and her poetry, she has turned her home kitchen into a personal culinary lab and is currently working on another novel.

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