Ripened finally
Time for harvesting is now
All at once it comes
Way too much of a good thing
Creativity
Is required in the kitchen
A love-hate relationship
Abundance of figs
Hang heavily on the tree
A curse and reward
Consumed fresh, dried, stewed and baked
Perhaps I should learn to can
Colleen’s TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 18
JJJ Interactive Books 
I have only ever had the privilege to eat a fresh fig once. Yum.
LikeLiked by 1 person
They are tasty! 😋
LikeLiked by 1 person
How interesting! I don’t believe I’ve had figs other than in a Christmas fruit cake! Are they a mess when they ripen? They look like small pears. I’m intrigued. This was a fun double tanka, Jennifer.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Colleen! They are messy and go rancid quickly once they ripen, unless dried or cooked.
LikeLiked by 1 person
How interesting. Now, I have to see if I can find some to try. Thanks, Jennifer.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hehe! Here it will be tomatoes! We will have buckets of them and I’ll be forced to make sauce, stewed, and whole tomatoes in jars and some frozen in double freezer bags! Of course the alternative is to give them away but that usually involves a trade for zucchini!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, trading is an excellent option. Ratatouille anyone!
LikeLike
I love figs- fresh and dried, in milkshakes, dry fruit salad, salads and plain. I like them as long as I don’t think how they come about :). Lovely poem on figs. Do they grow in your garden?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yum! I haven’t tried making milkshakes… Yes, I have a fig tree in my yard.
LikeLiked by 1 person
its always the way when you grow your own you always end up with a glut….love you poem and I love figs 💜💜💜
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Willow! 😊
LikeLike