The Fruit Bowl

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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The Fruit Bowl

 

Scrubbed to near sterility,

the metal gleams,

the marble sheens

and everything seems

so totally in place.

It would be such a shame

to intrude upon

such a perfect scene.

 

And yet someone in the Props Department

must have fallen asleep on the job.

Among the cleanliness sits...

a bowl of fruit.

Nothing wrong with that,

you might be thinking,

until you walk in on the scene

and hear the buzzing of blowflies,

of wasps attracted by the fermenting rot.

Maggots burrow in the apples -

oh, how the worm has turned.

 

 

 

Reduction to Haiku:

 

In a room scrubbed clean,

the fruit that sits fermenting -

rotten to the core.


Submitted: October 18, 2020

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Donald Harry Roberts

cool Q

Sun, October 18th, 2020 6:59pm

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Thanks so much for reading, DH.

Sun, October 25th, 2020 7:16am

Mike S.

Two excellent poems, Hull

Sun, October 18th, 2020 9:52pm

Author
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Thanks, Mike.

Sun, October 25th, 2020 7:10am

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