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RE: The Gold Pamplemousse Orchard
One thing I love about poetry is a word that jars - e.g. the raw-weed taste of dust. I have to stop and think what that's like. Love how it rhymes with the hot sunset thrust.
Had to look up pamplemousse - French for grapefruit.
Great imagery!
I thought about ragweed, but I always come away from a dusty field with more of a raw taste of dried stems and dirt. So, I thought raw-weed taste of dust fit. I'm glad you saw the imagery. I haven't written any poetry for a while and today's prompt felt like it deserved a poem.
You nailed it with raw-weed taste of dust and all the imagery!
Keep writing poetry--it's good practice for writing good prose. :)