Sherbet Lemons

Clutching the white paper bag, you ran
past St Peter’s graffitied walls.

Your quarter of sherbet lemons
could have been cola cubes,
pear drops, soor plooms
or aniseed twists.

Crystallized and rough, they lacerate
but sherbet lemons pack a surprise.

Sour and stringent,
they shock your palate,

if you just keep sucking...

a pin hole appears at one end
and crackling sherbet blasts
onto your tongue.

Nothing is only bitter or only sweet.

soor plooms – Scots for sour plum

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