The apple is the least sensual of all fruit:
presented to teachers,
yanked off a branch,
sliced and piled beneath pastry dough.
Wholesome. Functional.
Not a temptation, but perhaps a reminder
of vulnerability.
I marvelled at the way you peeled the apple,
the glossy red skin spiralling from the fruit
without tearing,
its colour and sheen reduced to pallor.
I asked about the soft brown spot.
A bruise, you said.
this was so lovely. it made me take a second and then a third look at the photograph which provided the inspiration.
ReplyDeletei loved this.
this is clearly one of the most original weblogs!
At the risk of sounding weird/icky, I'm going to say that this one was lovely in a sensual way.
ReplyDeleteI hope you understand what I mean.
Thank you both...I read both of your blogs consistently because you are both so articulate and have new things to say.
ReplyDeleteenc...not weird or icky at all!