Forbidden Fruit

Round, voluptuous, and ripe

Color ranging from

Deep crimson to pastel pink

Taut, firm flesh,

Begging to be sliced,

Only to reveal

Row upon row

Of soft rubies

To be plucked individually -

Lips pucker in delight,

A natural response

As they burst,

One by one -

The tart, sweet release

Beckons color to

Unsuspecting cheeks

And stains fingers

A hot magenta pink-

The sin that sealed

Persephone's fate

The forbidden fruit

The pomegranate.

-Hippievixen

 

how the garden is full of
ripe pleasure for tongue and all we are....



lovely picture of fruitful love...

love n peace from saff

 

Thank you for your kind words! Now that pomegranates are in season, every time I taste one my mind is flooded with poetic thoughts. Hehe.

 

Teehee I knew it was pomegranates you were talking about even before I reached the end. I feel the same way about them, except they frustrate me, being an impatient creature that I am. Good poem.

 

This poem actually made my mouth water! I love

"Taut, firm flesh,

Begging to be sliced,"

brilliant!

 

"hot magenta" was lurvely

 

Only to reveal

Row upon row

Of soft rubies

~* lush luxurious images spill resplendent, you enthrall, once again

 

Thanks Sylvan, KittenX, and Smiling Rose for your kynd words!

 

not bad

 

i really really want a pomegranate now

seriously, the poem was awesome. brilliant imagery. thanks for sharing it

- stykz -

 

Thanks Day Tripper... I try to keep the imagery flowing... I wrote that poem in my office at the bank... not the most inspiring place... but I had eaten a pomegranate for lunch so it was fresh on my mind!