title. Temple

name. Ellie Parker

right now. Second year studying History at the University of Edinburgh

Current favourite writerVera Brittain



For the colour was the bright cherry around which her lips popped

as bursting with the fruit, as the flesh above her hips, soft


The Watermelon fresh, makes a slick cut sliced clean

And peel off her broken skin, sacrificed tangerine 


Ripened in the heat and left under a burning sun 

the strawberries stained her fingers, juices flowing, blood is run


Passion fruit poured, from bowled flesh to her upturned hands

Pomegranate seeds crawl across horizon line, of bitter fruit on soured lands


The pulse of raspberry, plump and sweet

Curved as her once beating heart and good enough to eat