We purchased it for mixing
with garlic and honey, a dressing
for grilled halloumi and sourdough toast.
Its orb glowed crimson,
the blade split smooth skin,
spilling the ruby jewels within,
and stained our fingers with fruity blood.
Its sticky flesh held heavenly food,
the luscious seeds tiny surprises
crushed between our incisors,
trickling juice upon the tongue,
a fecund fruit with a tartly sweet song.
Kim M. Russell, 24th April 2023
Day 24 and only a week to go until the end of NaPoWriMo 2023, and the optional) prompt is a challenge to write a poem in the form of a review of something that isn’t normally reviewed, for example, our mothers-in-law, the moon, or the year we were ten years old. I have taken an old poem and reworked it for this prompt.
writing in north norfolk 
I haven’t eaten a pomegranate since I was a kid. Thanks for bringing back the memory 🙂
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Glad to be of help!
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A tasteful and crimson poem, Kim. Recently, I saw and tried a white one. It was a fascinating experience as I only knew of the red one.
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Thanks Gloria. I’ll look out for a white one.
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I love the sound here “the luscious seeds tiny surprises
crushed between our incisors,”
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Thank you Melissa.
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Love the sounds here–I can almost taste the pomegranate. It’s apparently the original forbidden fruit. I can see it belonging in Eden much more than the apple.
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Thanks Romana. I’ve read somewhere that it’s the original forbidden fruit too.
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The best reviews come from those with inside knowledge.
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So true, Ken!
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