there in the market
the figs caught my eye
obscene, juicy jewels
an unaccustomed flavour.
i took them home,
pored over recipe books
seeking the perfect expression
of the stirrings in my heart
to make you understand me
through the woven cinnamon and fruit.
some call it
a mothering instinct
some say they just
like to cook,
but the key to the hearts
of wild-children and friends
is to make them
some sort of dessert.
now i prepare,
setting measuring-cups and
a long, sharp knife
before me on the counter-top
rinsing the ripe round fruits
and recalling
the line from Siddhartha
about a woman's lips like
a fresh-cut fig.
slyly,
glancing around
(as if the cat will tell
of my misdeeds later)
the first bite of the plushest one
juice dribbles down the fingers
of the hand that holds it
to rapturous mouth
eyelids flutter
in appreciation.
nevermind the recipe
a fig is beautiful
on its own.
Author notes
this was such fun to write that i will consider it worthwhile even if it isn't my best work.
it's sorta half prose, which was accidental. hmph.
A contest entry
- fig(ure) it out by Nicolette.
2200 points, ended October 7, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Well done. It's kinda funny. loved it.
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LOL!
i loved this poem haha it gave me a fuzzy feeling inside
a really warm poem
i feel like hugging someone
well done! THANKYOU so much for sharing
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I never commented on this one either!
This has to be one of my favourites you've written.
(oh yeah you made a typo on line nine: to make you undrestand me)
"the line from Siddhartha
about a woman's lips like
a fresh-cut fig. " without that bit the poem wouldn't have had narly the impact it did.
"slyly,
glancing around
(as if the cat will tell
of my misdeeds later)" I can see you looking around before stealing a fig for your own pleasure XD
"juice dribbles down the fingers
of the hand that holds it
to rapturous mouth
eyelids flutter
in appreciation. "
I love all the great sensory descriptions. Amazing imagery, almost made /my/ mouth water.
"nevermind the recipe
a fig is beautiful
on its own." *shivers* awesome work!
<3
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"the line from Siddhartha
about a woman's lips like
a fresh-cut fig."
I like how you've squeezed some sensuality into this one - so very easily and it adds such a different mood to this poem. Oh I agree, figs are beautiful to eat just as they are... I prefer my "figs" natural too
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I enjoyed this one - mouth-watering indeed. Thank you for sharing it.
~ Nicolette
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