Jennie Ensor




Thirteen Ways Of Looking At Orange

After Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens



With longing

And sharp nails

I consider the orange.



Five oranges perch in their little tree

Exuding banal sweetness.



Lust for orange

Can send a woman

Into a splendour of madness.



Peel, moonlit on forest floor

Thin white curls discarded

For idiots to follow.



You can’t look away

From her dusky shimmer

Those slow-opening Hot Tropic lips

Accompanied by swish

Of falling skirt – orange, of course.



A man, a woman and an orange

Three objects

Eternally irreconcilable.



They climb into orange sky

Where steely towers grow

And men yearn for absent gods.



Bring me oranges

And I will be your slave forever.



When darkness comes

Orange is a fleeting dream

Beyond your grasp.



She cannot conceal her orange-flecked teeth

As her fingers grope towards

Another globe of pleasure.


Marmalade gloats on thin white crisp.



We will gather a billion billion billion oranges.

They will fill the deepest black hole

Shine brighter than the sun.



Air chokes its toxic warning.

Orange insect

Blunders into human.



The last sunset

Will be orange on steroids

Will be laden with metaphor

Will be remembered

Until the last human bleats

Echo through barren plains.


Somewhere, in another world

An orange eye blinks.





Jennie Ensor is an author living in north London. (Blind Side, her debut novel, was published by Unbound in 2016 under her pen name Jennie Ensor). Jennie has a BSc in Physics with Astrophysics and a Masters in Journalism. Her poems have appeared in publications including Agenda Poetry, SOUTH, Orbis Quarterly International Literary Journal (latest March 2015), London Grip (2014), Ink Sweat & Tears (2014), Dreamcatcher (2014) and Poetry Salzburg Review (Spring 2015).

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