After my folks divorced, my mom and us kids moved away. The new house was smaller, but brighter. The old, quiet, mostly childless neighborhood switched to one full of children for my brothers and I to play with.
running in sunlight
I shoot and make the basket
my new best friend cheers
Weekends with my dad were always fun. We went boating on an inland lake, walked along a railroad trestle bridge in the marsh, and enjoyed impromptu rope swings in parks. He made us stilts that we stepped off on from the tall concrete back step. He bought us vehicles – bikes, go-carts, mini-bikes, and later, cars – as birthday gifts. We went on family bike rides, but only at night, to playgrounds and through cemeteries.
Streetlight’s small moons watch
us run-jump merry-go-round
Dad’s cigarette glows
On Saturday nights we would bake a store-bought frozen peach pie and put a big scoop of vanilla ice cream on each warm wedge. We would eat them as we watched shows on black-and-white television. Dad would name the actors as we watched.
So far from the tree
a peach bodhisattva sings
duets with Hepburn
Michelle Beauchamp aka Mish is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics. Mish says:
Fruit has found its way into poetry. For today’s prompt, I’d like it to find its way into yours. You have options for this prompt.
Write a poem based on a memory that a fruit evokes. Kim did a lovely prompt, entitled “How to Cut a Pomegranate” back in June. You can revisit the idea of exploring a fruit, appealing to the senses. Share the connection or memory that a fruit evokes for you. OR
Write about an emotion or abstract concept. What does it taste like? Consider the quote above by Rodman Philbrick, from The Last Book in the Universe and how he imagines the taste of clouds. What does freedom taste like? What does guilt, grief or peace taste like? Does it remind you of the taste of a fruit? You do not have to stay in the confines of fruit. OR
Think outside of the fruit bowl! Create your OWN fruit. Yes, imagine the look, feel, and taste. Where did it come from? How does it grow? Is it magical? Take us to the a fantasy land of fruit.