Our eyes meet
Over the top
Of the sweet succulent fruit
Grasped in your hands
Your young fingers sinking into the ripe flesh
Of the deep red pomegranate
Juices staining your fingers
You pull it apart, seeds falling out
Onto the bare wooden tabletop-
Others still clinging to the sides.
You extend your hand in offering
And I take a piece.
Eyes locked, we both bite into the divine fruit together
Juicy pods bursting on our taste buds
And crunchy seeds inside
Slowly swallowed.
You give me a secret smile
And take another bite.
Author notes
how could I pass up a poem about a pomegranate especially with a picture like that. Yum!
A contest entry
- Pornegranate by volcaniclastic.
500 points, ended February 1, 2008, 3 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The joy and vision of the fruit come through very clearly and nicely. The innocent sensuality of the moment is refreshing. Very well done.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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Awesome poem - and yeah, pomegranates are SO tasty. I love them...they're my favourite part of winter (They're in season here in winter - imported though, I'm sure)
I really enjoyed the imagery in this, and I'm glad you entered - I was beginning to worry that three entries was all I was going to get.
Good luck in my contest
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