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.