My grandmother always peeled an apple
with grandfather’s penknife, careful,
keeping it all in one piece.
I watched it twirl and curl,
with a whiff of sweetness,
pinched between her fingers.
She taught me a rhyme, that we said every time:
apple peel, apple peel, tell me true,
who am I going to get married to?
It landed on the table, always the same letter;
Grandmother sliced the apple flesh
into halves and pointed to the centre:
there was the shape of an apple blossom inside
like the ones blown away on the day she died.
Kim M. Russell, 1st June 2021
Free image from Pixabay
My poem for dVerse Poets Pub, where I am hosting Poetics: How to Cut a Pomegranate
My prompt was inspired by a poem by Imtiaz Dharker, ‘How to Cut a Pomegranate’, a very personal and intimate narrative, about a moment shared with the poet’s father, and how the magical fruit reminds her of the place of her birth. I love the description of the pomegranate.
The challenge is to think of a fruit, how it looks before and after it has been cut open, and how it tastes, where and how it grows, and what it makes us think of. We can write a poem in the style of Imtiaz Dharker or explore the fruit in another way and in any form we, making sure we appeal to the senses.