We take appalling risks
To taste forbidden fruit.
Desire is our spur,
Its pathway our pursuit.
The obstacles ahead,
The disapproving stares,
Will not deter the urge
To flourish all our wares.
For love is in our blood;
It cannot be slapped down.
It is made every day
In village and in town.
Rhythmic and tight, Stephen. My kind of stuff.
(But can you let me know where to find it in my town?)
<Deleted User> (13740)
Mon 28th Sep 2020 04:54
Forbidden fruit is never what it seems to be, it usually tastes rotten when bitten to the core and the truth will often surface, even years later the truth comes out
Yes 'wares' has the smack of a market trader. I'm thinking of that SAS 'Who dares wins' adage. 'For the victor is s/he who dares'. Maybe ?
I think you've cracked it, M.C. Thanks a lot.
You can share my royalties (6p plus VAT when I last looked).
SG - I know that feeling all too well. How about...
To risk the deeds and dares.
?
Thank you M.C. and to everyone for the likes. I'm still not completely happy with 'To flourish all our wares'. Maybe something else will come to me.
And long may they last!
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Stephen Gospage
Mon 28th Sep 2020 17:16
John M, thanks for the alternative line. I suppose the SAS wins out over market traders, although I've seen one or two who would give them a run for their money.
Nicola, yes forbidden fruit can turn out to be rotten. But I suppose that the prospect of it being delicious is what makes it enticing. The reality may, of course, be disappointing.
John C, thanks for the kind words. As to where to find it, try Google Maps and search for Chez Boris (unless your town is locked down, of course).
Thanks to you all for engaging with this poem.