Woman Selling Fruit
Her wares
adorn the front
of a mustard-yellow building
She scolds her grandson
and arranges mangos, bananas, ginger root
and grapes
in glorious disorder
She is tiny,
well-shaped,
piquant
as hot sauce
in bottles, lined in rows
About this poem
This poem, representing the US Virgin Islands, is part of The Written World – our collaboration with BBC radio to broadcast a poem from every single nation competing in London 2012.
