A friend gave me a spare Cape Gooseberry bush at the start of summer and it has settled in nicely to my garden. I’ve recently had the first fruits off it – the taste of the berries, which I haven’t eaten for many years, took me right back to being a kid.
I used to take the long route home from primary school in late summer, so that I could walk past the house which had a giant Cape Gooseberry bush growing near the path, in the perfect spot for naughty schoolkids, like me. I would stand there and slide them out of their husks, popping them into my mouth and eating them until my stomach hurt.
One of my favourite New Zealand poets, Lynn Davidson, has not one but two Cape Gooseberry poems in her book ‘Tender’ (Steele Roberts). I love this book very much and often return to it, although I don’t own it as I long assumed I did – I have Sarah Laing’s copy.
I discovered this in the most embarrasing way. When Lynn Davidson read at the Palmerston North City Library last year as part of her stint as Visiting Artist at Massey, I confidently toted along ‘my’ oft-read copies of ‘Tender’ and ‘How To Live By The Sea’ to her reading, thinking it would be nice to get them signed seeing as I like them both so very much.
Well, Lynn seemed pleased to see that I had both of her books and she opened ‘Tender’ to its title page – to my horror, her signature was already there, and a dedication ‘To Sarah’…it was one of those ‘World, swallow me up!’ moments. Lynn guffawed and slid it back across the table to me and opened up ‘How To Live By The Sea’ for signing. To my horror times a thousand, that book was also already signed – this time ‘To Lynn, with love from Lynn’. I remembered that Lynn Jenner had lent me her copy. CRINGE!!
Luckily for me, Lynn Davidson thought it was hilarious and teased me with something like: ‘Typical tight poet!’ or some such – but my cheeks burned on through the night with embarrassment.
(Sarah and Lynn J, if you want your copies of Lynn’s book back – well, now you know where they are.)
((When I got home, I was gratified to find on my bookshelf that I DID own my own copy of ‘How To Live By The Sea’, but had taken the wrong one along. My copy remains unsigned, at this point in time – as I don’t want to awaken the memory of that incident in Lynn D’s mind by asking her to sign it – except, of course, she may read this post, in which case, hello, Lynn and thanks for being the gracious creature you are!))
Anyway, this is all a digression from Cape gooseberries. Eating my own Cape gooseberries, reminded me of the two terrific poems by Lynn. One of them follows.
If you’ve never had a Cape gooseberry – well, they are strange and wonderful – the size and consistency of a cherry-tomato, but a lovely orangey colour and the most highly-scented, exotic flavour. Sort of like strawberries and limes and tomatoes all mixed together, except of course not really like that at all because the flavour is unique. In any case, they are delicious! You know they are ripe when the pretty husks they grow in go papery and brown.
In a canopy
over the curves
of the hose
the Cape gooseberry plant
suspends its Chinese lanterns.
The fluted cases transparent
as peeled skin.
inside, the orange centre
glows. Beside the house
it glows, as if it were
candle light. It attends to beauty.
Inside the power bill clamours
for attention, noisier
the the t.v., noisier
than the children. If
I pay it all today we could
eat Cape gooseberries for dinner
rolling the orange orbs
on our tongues, glimpsing
their small light
between our teeth.
By Lynn Davidson, from ‘Tender’ (Steele Roberts, 2006.)