2005 Laiku

Lime Festival 2005

Laiku

The green leafy lime
Standing alone in the yard
Waiting to be picked

Lime aroma mixes
With the kitchen cooking smells
My stomach rumbles

Mick C

Luscious limes hang low
Branches heavy waiting droop
Bursting sunshine juice

Slice, grip, squeeze and turn
Ascorbic juice of citrus,
Lime drink down the hatch

Mally C

A figure standing
In a garden of fragrances
Looking for the lime

Thorns detour the cook
Till the lime he seeks to find
Is no longer there

From a few blossoms
On the autumn lime, comes fruit
For the party folk

Mick C (Apologies/acknowledgement to James Hackett)

Lime madness infects
Creative juice flows in bed
Lime dreams invade sleep

Possum magic seeks
Appetising fruit bowl hunt
Bites apple not lime.

Andrea L

Fantasies of lime
Wild wicked and unrestrained
Outrageously lime.

To health and beauty
Drink eat – use all its power
The skin zest juice – LIME

Gerry B

“Afternoon”

Tea and toast adorn
table set with marmalade
contented a few

“The lemon”

Three men and a beer
One with a pointy chin
follows in the rear.

Lynne D

Plant lime tree in shade
Treat with neglect and disdain
Reap what you sow

Citrus fruit, first bight
Sends shivers up my backbone
Shudders of delight.

Citrus haiku thoughts
Swing gently from my branches
Waiting for harvest

Steve C

A MATTER OF LIME AND DEATH

The silky oak was weeping
feathery leaves formed a shroud
as life was slowly seeping
the lillypilly bowed,

freshcut jacaranda
standing strong and proud
potted fig on the veranda
shook and sobbed out loud

Crows and doves and kookaburras
thrice the curlew cried
the vine of hearts was bleeding
but the lime tree died.

Leaves had slowly withered
then the branches dried
the palm looked on and shivered
but the lime tree died.

There was an inquisition
autopsy was performed
result was inconclusive
but opinions swiftly dawned.

Some blamed caterpillars
insects were maligned
the dog turned very sheepish
when urea was divined,

but time can quickly pass
and heal the worst divide
ferns and lemongrass
growing side by side,

a wave of green
a rising tide
that soon forgot
the lime tree died.

Denis Peel

Lime Anthime

Proud Limealians across the land (street) sing this with gutso (sic) where two or more are gathered in his/her/its/their name(s):

Australian limes let us rejoice
The season’s citrusy
We’re full of zest,
We are the best
Just taste us and you’ll see.

We’re small and round but quite profound
We’re eaten everywhere
In cookbooks rare and Marie Claire
A fruit beyond compare.

Now’s not the time for kaffir lime
Tahitian lime’s the fare