I am the ancient symbol of Aphrodite, who nibbled me to perfume her kiss and duly seal her married bliss. I am sexily pear-shaped and aromatic; in spring my robes of pink flowers unfold, while autumn’s scented orbs are gold. I am a pome, a love song or a poem, the original temptation in the […]
Tag: Anthropomorphism
Washing Line Blues
Although it is a sunny day the rotary drier is sad today and drooping on her zimmer frame when she should be spinning in fresh zephyrs of spring. When she’s all pegged out with pillows, and fresh, clean towels that flap and billow, dancing trousers, shirts and sheets, with grass and daisies at her feet, the […]
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