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dVerse — apple — With a little help from my friends*

Like any tree, apples make themselves welcome in a community;
they prefer wind, rain, temperateness, hills, and a fair bit of sunshine.

Pollinators adore the wispy allure of the fragrant blossoms, who call them
in for a sweet powder-nectared blend of nature’s tang; mutual orgasm achieved.

Bees, butterflies, and birds stagger through the air, intoxicated, imprinted
on polyamorous taste memories of each tree’s, orchard’s fecundity.

The offspring of such rendezvous are imbued with a lust for life, apparent
upon examination and experience in their juiciness, their firm flesh,

In their scent, and in their burnished skin that often blushes when ripe,
They offer themselves in light, through crunch, sip, or slice.

 

 

Anmol (alias HA) is today’s host for dVerse.  Anmol says:
Today, I am asking you to think of the modest apple and wonder over its histories and mythologies or think of the many metaphors that you can arrive at while biting into its tight skin and soft flesh and inculcate some of that in your writing.

*title from a Beatles tune

26 thoughts on “dVerse — apple — With a little help from my friends*

  1. So many lovely things attributed to the apple. My grandfather grew up with apple orchards. He taught me that there are dozens of types of apples that nobody knows, because they were not made commercial.

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    1. What a great grandfather to learn from! I think Michael Pollan devotes some amount of time to apples in his book and PBS series and mentions something about the great diversity of apple types.

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  2. Apples are such friendly trees, Jade! I love the image evoked in the lines:
    ‘Bees, butterflies, and birds stagger through the air, intoxicated, imprinted
    on polyamorous taste memories of each tree’s, orchard’s fecundity.’
    You’ve cheered me up this morning!

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  3. I love your descriptions here — emanating from nature, they are sensual and colourful. This is beautiful: “Bees, butterflies, and birds stagger through the air, intoxicated, imprinted/on polyamorous taste memories of each tree’s, orchard’s fecundity.” 🙂

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  4. Autumn is forever linked in my mind to childhood trips to the orchards where mother bought the apples to can for the winter. There is no sweeter fragrance than that of an apple barn! (I love the thought of the drunken bees, birds and butterflies!)

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    1. What a wonderful memory. I love driving along apple orchards and seeing them in baskets at the farmer’s market. They have to be one of the most fragrant of fruits. Glad the poem brought back pleasant times with family, Bev.

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