pick I will go collect a bucket of plums see purple plums outside red plums inside bite taut elastic skin snaps and recoils under pressure of sharp incisors burst taste exploding plum tartly sweet firmly juicy with sticky feet feel the texture anticipated chewy soft an eating sensation never lost wet with flavour deep and true dribbles assured all the way to the end of it swallow the energy immediate hit spit pit ah plums
Today we https://dversepoets.com poets are playing with food. Thanks Misky for a prompt that has me re-savouring my favourite fruit.
Brilliant, and this is so true … “bite taut elastic skin snaps and recoils”. Excellent observation.
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This is so well done. I love it!
Ah plums, indeed! Fantastic write, Sean.