It’s mid-June, almost summer, and
that means fresh fruit not available in winter is now abundant in the markets. This
week, let’s write about what’s cool and fresh, juicy, ripe, and sweet – let’s “pick”
a fruit and write a poem about it.
You might use fruit as a metaphor
or symbol, or you might write an extended description of whichever fruit you
“pick.” You might even use a particular fruit as the “trigger” for a memory
poem – create a fruit pie or a fruit salad of memories. Another option is to
write an ode to a type of fruit, or write a list poem in which you catalog a
particular fruit’s qualities and associations. Write a history of your favorite
fruit (see Dorianne Laux’s poem “A Short History of the Apple” linked below). Begin
with a general description of a fruit and then move the poem into more personal
focus through a special association (see Diane Lockward’s “Blueberry” linked
below). Turn a bunch of grapes into a heady wine of imagery and metaphor. Have
fun with this or be serious! (My advice is to nibble on a piece of fruit while
you’re writing.)
Examples:
I know it must sound
ReplyDeletelike I am cherry-picking,
but cherries are best.
Thanks for your comment, Madeleine! It's blueberries for me! Are cherries in season now?
DeleteWhat a cool idea, and your suggestions are really interesting. Thanks, as always, Adele!
ReplyDeleteJamie
Thanks, Jamie! I hope you're writing!
DeleteAs Eliot said, "Do I dare to eat a peach?"
ReplyDeleteNot really a poem about fruit, but here's the link to "The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock" that sprang to mind when I read this week's prompt.
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20220
Ah, Eliot! My favorite poet, and Prufrock is one of my favorite poems. So glad you thought of it in connection with this prompt. Thanks so much for your comment!
DeleteO you mango!
ReplyDeleteFresh from the tree
Just so lovely
I ate three!
Even lovelier
you were gifted to me.
How fortunate
to share this bounty!
We Rejoice!
Life is nice!
Three fresh from the tree! Thanks so much, Risa, for sharing with us once again!
DeleteSuch a great, upbeat tone in this poem, Risa! Thanks for sharing it.
DeleteJamie
My Sweet
ReplyDeletemy husband loves blackberries
and blood oranges
has visions of bottles of sweet liquors
fashioned of those delectable delights
their sweet aroma
perfuming the air while our fingers
and lips
are stained with their colors
some moments I spy him
sneaking a berry
or three
grinning like a Cheshire Cat
and it makes me love them too.
http://mywordsarealive.wordpress.com/2012/06/18/my-sweet/
What a lovely poem, Tania! Thanks so much for sharing it with us!
Delete(Have you shown this poem to your husband? I'll bet he'd enjoy it!)
Tania, I can almost taste those blackberries! I hope you show this poem to your hubby.
DeleteJamie
Where's Jago this week? I miss the comments from Italy!
ReplyDeleteJamie
Hi, Jamie.
DeleteI was in Paris .
And now in Rome it is too hot to think about poetry!
I feel like this seated figure of summer
http://www.giuseppe-arcimboldo.org/Seated-Figure-of-Summer--1573-large.html
Oh! Lucky you, Jago! Paris must have been beautiful. I've always wanted to go there but haven't yet.
DeleteGreat sense of humor - the link to the picture to describe how you feel in the heat over there in Rome. Thanks for your response to my comment.
Stay cool!
Jamie
Nice post
ReplyDeleteliving on samoa
Thanks, Mamun, so glad you enjoyed it.
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