Original Poetry Sunday (on Saturday)

cherry bowl Click for source.

Cherries, Ripe (a recipe)

pluck one from the bowl

put it to your lips

feel the cool

smooth surface

snap the strand

that once drew life

from the branch

pierce the skin

with a cuspid

striking to its heart

of stone

mash the flesh

with molars

or wisdom–

if you’ve got it

drain the pulp

of its scarlet hue

the sweetness

and the sharp

at its core

incise the remnants

from the pit

and spit out

the carnage.


Kathleen Mortensen©2009 Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape


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