They plucked me from my branches
before I was yet ripe,
tempted by my velveteen softness,
skin that blushed delicately,
and freckled in the July sun.
They knew the fruit of me
to be tender, sweet, and
full of flowing nectar
that made even the bees green with envy.
They dreamt of slicing me,
cobblering me, jamming me up
in faceted glass jars,
but they forgot my heart of stone,
and they bit down fiercely,
now they can only smile
without teeth
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Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Comments (2)
I love the lesson in this poem. Very well done.
Appearance should never be mistaken for reality. This is a strong poem.