Monday, September 22, 2008

Monday, September 22, 2008: On the Street....Apple, Milano

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.


  1. this was so lovely. it made me take a second and then a third look at the photograph which provided the inspiration.

    i loved this.

    this is clearly one of the most original weblogs!

  2. At the risk of sounding weird/icky, I'm going to say that this one was lovely in a sensual way.

    I hope you understand what I mean.

  3. Thank you both...I read both of your blogs consistently because you are both so articulate and have new things to say.

    enc...not weird or icky at all!


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