loropetalum against the beat of light she stands trooper tall a thrumming ladder for the prisms inside the book of difficult fruit my eye let fall these sachets of glitter pain refracted a purple glow such gentle edges see how she stands to bruise / to bleed the beat of light plum gorgeous
Written in response to GoDogGoCafe’s prompt
Use “The Book of Difficult Fruit” as the title of a poem or integrate the words into the poem
This is very visceral – I love these lines, Worms.
❤
David
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Thanks, David. Much appreciated!
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That last couplet is simply scrummy.
We have a saying,
An apple a day keeps the doctor away, but a loropetalum is harder to say! 🤣
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🤣🤣
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Splendid.
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Love this. Especially the last line and the title.
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thanks Bob. Glad you like it. plum gorgeous is actually a particular type/colour of loropetalum. I was pleased to end the poem with that line.
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