I wrote this for my Creative Writing class. The assignment was to take an ordinary food and analyze and write a poem using loads of sensory details about it. So, this is what I came up with. I'm not completely happy with it, but I don't think I'll ever be. And stupid decided not to let me space it like I want, so you don't get the same effect. But anyway, here is my poem to a plum.

My Earth, that Yellow Ball of Fire

My dear purple Plum:

You are my Earth,

your silky midnight skin overflowing with stars, the outer crust;

your luscious insides, the fiery mantle;

your life-giving seed, the core.

I bite into your soft, yet

solid body and as your

essence slithers swiftly down my hand,

a sweet, sticky mess, I smile, and then

I crunch down on your thin skin and swallow

slowly, to savor your succulence.

Now a brilliant yellow ball of fire stares back at me.

Your innards have both quenched

my thirst

and satisfied

my hunger... for now, though my hunger for you will never

truly

be sated, so I deposit your brother

in my coat pocket. Hunger shall strike again soon, and he will

be there.

Thank you, my Plum.

You are a divine

fruit.