Toynbee Figs

A poem from one our tenants, Stephen Watts about the delicious Toynbee figs…

They’ve ripened purple-
black this summer & with no net
either they’ll fall splatt on the paving
& spoil their juice

or Alex’ll go up a ladder
to hand-pluck half a basket down –
or five colour-glittered starlings’ll
land astride one small branch
& leave a tiny threadbare
shepherd’s cloak of  
     scarlet skin …

Poem by Stephen Watts, photo by Richard Dedomenici who are both tenants with offices at Toynbee Studios.