i.
squish that sucker
with your thumb,
purple-golden pulp
oozing through your
hungry hands.
ii.
chew your way through
until your lips are blue
and your tongue is tanged
and tinged with indigo.
iii.
plonk! it against the wall
an unresponsive ball
once so sweet and so cold,
now begging for forgiveness.
Kim’s got a sweet prompt for us over at dVerse today.
And how can I speak of plums without (always) a small nod to William Carlos Williams?
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plonk! it against the wall
an unresponsive ball
once so sweet and so cold,
now begging for forgiveness -!!!!
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I love this poem so much. I personally prefer option number one since I can pretend I just came out of a horror scene and start spreading that plum goodness on the walls. Anyway.
This is brilliantly penned, humorous, and I love how you included that reference to WCW. Great stuff!
Thank you so much, Lucy.
This was so cool De, and do well written. Had action, sound FX, sweetness, humor, violence, and fruit — what more could anyone want… 😃👍
Ha ha. 🙂
This is a fun one.
Levity is always welcome out here on the trail. I prefer option #2; I dig blue tongues.
…it was delicious 😉
Gorgeous. I so love the sounds of your poem as well as the taste of the tongue twisting lines:
and your tongue is tanged
and tinged with indigo.
Wonderful!
I’ll take option 2 because… plums are so delicious!
Ha – this poem is filled with action. I guess I would go with option number 2. When, I read the first one I thought of that nursery rhyme where the boy pulled out a plum. haha funny where the mind goes.
This is a plum of a poem. I call plum abuse! 😉
Just eat the plum and stop playing with your food! We never get enough plums – I love them so much – especially the red and yellow ones – so sweet and tangy. I loved your little reference to WCW. I suspect there are a lot of us who think of that poem when we cradle a plum.
There’s more than one way to smash a plum…loved the whimsy of your words here!
I think William Carlos Williams is nodding back from beyond the plum, De! You smashed the prompt! You made me giggle with ‘squish that sucker with your thumb’, smile at the alliterative, rhythmic ‘tongue is tanged and tinged with indigo’, and sorry for the plum in the final stanza.
Love these animalistic images of ripping into a plum. The juicy release and all the different ways the fruit can be savored- I think I enjoy this piece even more than WCW’s.
the plonking plum is the most adorable, De! love your perspectives. 🙂
I love the way the title flows into the opening two lines—like an incantation.
I also like how the through/blue rhymes makes “indigo” want to be pronounced /indigoo/.
I’m addicted to photographing the beautiful bouncy balls at Walmart, so now I’d like to add a plum/indigo swirl to my collection.
I really enjoyed the opening line “squish that sucker with your thumb”, but as I plum lover, I myself would go with option II.
Love this set of instructions, especially the description in the second stanza and one’s tongue being tanged with indigo 🙂
This is just to say that I knew you would not at WCW in that last stanza… so much fun, but I never had such an abundance of plum so I could allow myself to play with them unless it was to make jam
I love this, giggling now because it reminds me of every boy i grew up with in small town southern Illinois. Cheers.
Wow, I love this! ❤ I've done all listed – squishing them to get the pits out quickly for jam making, gorging on them, and throwing them, although the last not for many years. 😀
I absolutely love this, De 😀 especially; “chew your way through until your lips are blue and your tongue is tanged and tinged with indigo.” A most gripping, delicious write 💝💝
Have you ever thought of therapy regarding your aggressive attitude to plums?
This was fun to read, De! fruit and violence–who knew?