Moulding Memories

As I roll an orange to prevent the sting
before my thumb nail breaks the skin
scent and emotion intertwine

uncurling memories of a green leaved palm
and small fingers unwrapping clouded cellophane
revealing ridges of a rainbow.

I strived to keep separate, preserve each shade
as they warmed and rounded in my hand
I’d imagine their form and what I’d create.

They patterned and fluffed by ribbed wool sleeves
that time rolled in a muddied ball
that hardened.

But a difficult peel rewards sweeter fruit.
As I raise two fingers up to smell worn nail beds
sprouting with scent of Plasticine