The Sweetness of a Pear

Pale yellow-green tears
pool in the fruit bowl.
I choose one with a blush,
hoping its shyness foretells flavour.
Under a running tap,
my pear gleams and drips.
I use a tea towel to dab away its fears,
buff the delicate skin,
inhale its honey breath.
I bare my teeth,
sink them into gritty flesh,
taste aromatic spice
and my mouth overflows
with a rainfall of sweetness.

Kim M. Russell, 2017

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My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Of Poems and Fruit also linked to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night

Sanaa is our host this Thursday and she would like us to write poems about fruit. She says it shouldn’t be just any ordinary, everyday item on the dining table but our best-loved fruit, the fruit that makes our mouths water. She wants us to pen-savour every last detail.


64 thoughts on “The Sweetness of a Pear

  1. Oh gosh this is absolutely stunning, Kim!❤️ I love the idea of blush of that pear foretelling its flavour 😀 sigh .. such a passionate write. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt!❤️

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  2. As a kid we had a pear tree. I would climb up in it and pick the ripest one from the top. OMG, you don’t get that flavor from a fruit stand or super market; more’s the pity. Even if the blush is on the skin, it is either pulpy or mushy.

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    1. As a teenager in Germany, I lived in a little house in a small orchard, next to a cherry and a plum tree. We also had pears and apples. We made various tarts, preserves and Rumtopf with the fruit. I think my love of pears started then. The cherries came a a good second!


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