Seed of my hands
Red fruit of my toil
A child of my lands
Umami bred of soil

A poison apple
forbidden flesh
a stained chapel
in wedding dress

Woven heirloom
culinary ring
born of June bloom
my pasta’s king

You’re sugar and sweet
gob smacked bitter
acid in mince meat
sour before the heat

Born of new world
reincarnating old
flesh a tapestry burled
purple, green and gold

Your juice celestial lakes
your taste most divine
my summer in you awakes
you’re sex upon a vine.

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Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt:  Day Twenty-Four:  write about a particular fruit – your choice. But I’d like you to describe this fruit as closely as possible.

30 Poems in 30 Days

All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck

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