Why, bananas, are you inherently comical?
Your cartoon strip tease
your tripping over ease.
Your smile-shaped, cheery demeanour.
It’s hard not to like you.
Even Bananaman’s foes could never take him seriously.
And the apple. Oh, apple.
You are the stuff of legend, Apple.
Why were you so forbidden, you innocent-looking thing?
Your tart tang, your fine cider.
Not only Eve-chosen from the knowledge tree
you helped Newton discover gravity.
You’re a myth-maker, Apple.
Truly, I think you’re hard-core.
I’m probably your biggest fan.
On another note, why is it
every time I cut a watermelon
it becomes art?
© N Nazir 2021
Written for dVerse Poetry Pub prompt, How to Cut a Pomegranate.
The challenge is to think of a fruit, how it looks before and after it has been cut open, and how it tastes.
Think about where and how it grows, and what it makes you think of.
You can explore the fruit in another way and in any form you wish.
Whichever you choose, your poem should appeal to the senses.