Today’s prompt is a fairly simple one: to write about a particular fruit – your choice. But I’d like you to describe this fruit as closely as possible. Perhaps your poem could attempt to tell the reader some (or all!) of the following about your chosen fruit: What does it look like, how does it feel, how does it smell, what does it taste like, where did you find it, do you need to thump it to know if it’s ripe, how do you get into it (peeling, a knife, your teeth), do you need to spit out the seeds, should you bake it, can you make jam with it, do you have to fight the birds for it, when is it available, do you need a ladder to pick it, what is your favorite memory of eating it, if you threw it at someone’s head would it splatter them or knock them out, is it expensive . . . As you may have realized from this list, there’s honestly an awful lot you can write about a fruit!
Forbidden
24 April 20
1651
The blood of the fruit
Is poison to my lips
The world is flooded
With the image of wholesomeness
Even doctors preach the benefits
One swallow strangles me
Once it enters my bloodstream
The fight begins
My lips form sores
My head looses focus
While you enjoy your healthy breakfast
I am gasping my last
I have risked my neck
And tried other citrus
Believing I’d not see the next light
But only one, the most favored
The most beautiful one
Causes my end
