Poetry Fridays – Fruit poetry

It’s time for another Friday Poetry Jam!

K.B. Wagers is kicking us off with her fabulous poem, “Pomegranate Winter”, so we’re giving this week a juicy spin. Join us in the comment stream and share your original poem (or poems) about fruit, or tell us about your favorite fruity odes by other poets. If they’re in the public domain, we’d love to read them here. If not, many poems are available on authorized links, so feel free to share the web addresses instead.

Pomegranate Winter
by Jennifer Ensley (©kbwagers16Dec2005)

Sticky sweet, not so much
staining fingers
earth garnets
bitter seeds taste like unjust laws

4 seeds? 10?
How long do you wish to spend the winter?
cold hands run warm skin through
and my back is bent like an old woman’s

Pomegranates
jewels in leather coats
squeeze gently else you are stained for life
and all my licking would not get
you clean again

this cold is bitter
without you by my side
and it will be long winter years
until I see you again.

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10 responses to “Poetry Fridays – Fruit poetry

  1. Raymond Bolton

    Bitter-sweet, like a pomegranate seed. Tender, humorous and ironic. Sound like anyone we know?

  2. Katy – Gorgeous piece. Thanks so much for sharing.

    I’ve never written a fruit-inspired poem, but I do have a favorite. It’s William Carlos Williams’ “This is Just to Say”…or as most people know it, the one about the plums. 🙂

    Here’s the authorized link: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15535

  3. *clings* I don’t see this often enough.

    And it reminds me of my very favorite poem, Goblin Market by Christina Rossi. Very nice Katy!

  4. Jar O' Marbles

    One I wrote a couple years ago.

    “Picking Berries”

    So we picked the berries,
    As the planes flew overhead.
    One at a time,
    One hand at a time,
    Eyes scanning the skies,
    Waiting for the flash,
    Waiting for the ground to quake.
    Woman don’t go to war,
    They said.
    You can’t fight for your country.
    So we picked the berries.
    Till our finger were stained,
    And our backs were strained.
    Our hearts aching for those hidden,
    Beneath the bunkers in old London towne.
    The skies over Buckinham,
    Darkened and blackened,
    As the engines droned over head.
    No amount of prayer could turn them ’round.
    So we picked the berries.
    Futile though it might be.
    We picked on through the night.

    ~a. beecher 08/21/2008

    During World War II, most fruits rich in vitamin C, such as oranges, became almost impossible to obtain in the United Kingdom. Since blackcurrant berries are a rich source of vitamin C and blackcurrant plants are suitable for growing in the UK climate, blackcurrant cultivation was encouraged by the British government. Soon, the yield of the nation’s crop increased significantly. From 1942 on, almost the entire British blackcurrant crop was made into blackcurrant syrup (or cordial) and distributed to the nation’s children free, giving rise to the lasting popularity of blackcurrant flavorings in Britain.

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