Thursday, December 3, 2009

Pomegranate

Bath beads, blood cells, red eyes peering from darkness,
clustered on the peel’s ledge like glistening garnets
or nested together like plump, dozing eggs.

Concentrated nibbles, stealing deep, moist-lip kisses
one by one, like splashing pennies into wishes.
Sucking sweet, red fruitmeat off the bone.


This poem was written in response to Prompt #103 on Read Write Poem.




Photo by Flagstaffotos



        I find fruit so suggestive in so many ways. Do you think the photo above looks appetizing? A little gross? Sexual? Violent? What does it make you think of?

14 comments:

Dorkmaster Flek said...

Reminds me of a grenade, obviously. So I guess that's violent. Fruit is a violent thing. :)

Lawrence Gladeview said...

adelaide pleased to meet your voice in this poem. enjoy the strong, distinctive language throughout, especially "blood cells", "pennies into wishes", and "fruitmeat off the bone". enjoyed and look forward to reading more offerings. -lawrence

Andrea said...

It looks so appetizing; I love pomegranate!

And kinda weird/creepy cause the individual seeds remind me of fish eggs....

Jerry said...

I gotta admit, I was little grossed out with this one. That's not necessarily a bad thing either, if you're a guy. I agree with Dorkmaster. Grenades and a machete quickly come to mind...and rabid dog teeth.

Paul Oakley said...

Andrea sees creepy fish eggs. I see salmon roe sushi and say, "Mmmmm, イクラ..."

I like the way this poem refuses to see only one analogous form for the pomegranate seeds.

briarcat said...

Like your poem. The photo, though, reminds me of working in a chain restaurant with a specialty strawberry pie. The filling was such concentrated red dye #? it was like spilling red ink on your uniform.

Zouxzoux said...

This reminds me of the Beat poets. Very original ~ nicely done.

Linda said...

I like the "glistening garnets" and the likening to dozing eggs, like red caviar. I also enjoyed the upbeat rhythm of your poem. Wonderful imagery! It's difficult to think of pomegranates and not think of contrasts, sweet/sour, good/evil, crunchy/soft on and on. thanks for sharing, Shayla.

Rethabile said...

Images are vivid. Bath beads is a nice one. Blood cells.

Mary said...

It reminds me of Nemo's poor brothers and sisters when they were all in their little fish eggies, and they got eaten by that big mean fish... Doesn't look overly appetizing, mind you I'm sure it probably is.

davidmoolten said...

I like the slant rhymes/assonance at the end of the lines (darkness, garnets, eggs, kisses, wishes)and how the poem hints at transforming the more innocent vegetarianism of eating fruit into something lustier ("sucking sweet, red fruitmeat off the bone")

dogimo said...

You are a really strong poet. I feel both beaten and inspired!

Tumblewords: said...

Particularly vivid imagery in this short piece - the words spark.

Shannon Teresa said...

Fruit reminds me of God. Odd to day because I am not religious but it's so perfect, so well crafted it just think "who else could be responsible."
Pomegrante is the most beautiful fruit to me