O, red-ribboned earth –
by and published in Edition One of Pomegranate
I still remember yearly christingles:
mini-marshmallows
poked into hardened peels. The light shifting
as I held each goose-bumped
globe, softly. Wax never dripped
inside the worlds
that I was guarding. I ate those oranges
even though they were never sharp enough.
Then the walk home in the dark
with a handful
of sweets, a flickering
in my stomach.
Charlotte Geater
Charlotte Geater is one of Pomegranate’s submissions editors. She comes from Ipswich (which is unfortunate), but she’s currently doing an English degree at Oxford and spends a lot of time there pretending to work in libraries. She won Foyle Young Poets a few times and has done some other stuff too, but now she mainly reads online newspapers and wastes time on trains.