Carambola, star-fruit, I never saw
such angular precision or
delectable sweetness.
Mother stood barefoot by the kitchen sink and peeled the ridges off
their fingers, ripe golden stars stretched ovoid
she likes them especially.
It is a fruit suited to
sea-smells and sand-in-hair, hot winds and
the garden riotous with noisy birds.
in my mind
Carving the ends of stars she stands and
warbles at me and asks if
I want it.
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Alina Doodnath is a English Literature graduate from UWI St. Augustine currently wrapping up an MSc in Journalism at Robert Gordon University, Aberdeen. Her favourite writers include Ernest Hemingway, Earl Lovelace, James Joyce, C.S. Lewis, Derek Walcott, Eric Roach, Carl Sandburg, Pablo Neruda, Sylvia Plath, and Adrienne Rich, amongst others.
tongues of the ocean 
Gabriella
This carried me back to my childhood instantly! The rhythm of words matched the content perfectly as well. Nice work!