Poem with a mango in it by Shona Mitchell


Blazing sun on a warm summer’ s day reminds me of the orange/yellow flesh of a mango

Slicing the mango carefully,close to the stone

Peeling the skin off the flesh cutting into juicy chunks

Ripe, juicy mango that is soft yet hard and slimy .Refreshing taste but horrible texture.

Mango grows – stringy roots , like the texture of a mango.

If you think I’m going to reference a holiday in this poem you’re mistaken.

Clore Poetry and Literature Award, St Benet Biscop School Bedlington