WHOM
Whom would you say she was
If she snuck up in front of you
One day
Before Christmas, like milk or cookies
Then again, before New Year confetti
Ah; the sweetest relish
remains on her tongue
Fruity and fresh
Of
An apple plucked, without blemish
Without regret
Ah yes! they both tasted. For they were
Lovers first of all
Is she then Eve
Or is she then Eva
Aha! The absence of blossom
The laden tree
Now harvest time sets in
WHOM © gillena cox 2016
love that sweetest relish without blemish or regret...thanks for the wonderful prompt Gillena...
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This is a tasty, fruity morsel, Gillena.
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This Eve (or Eva) who arrives -- just once? -- on the eves of turning-points is a merry trickster indeed. Where does she come from? Where does she go? To both questions: within. Fine bite of fresh mango.
ReplyDeleteFresh mango loaded with beta carotene (✿◠‿◠) good choice
DeleteHave a lovely Sunday, thanks for dropping in Brendan
Yes it all comes back to the tree and the fruit... once it's plucked and enjoyed its done.
ReplyDeleteSo true Bjorn, so true. Thanks for playing
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i love love loved this prompt, Gillena (thank you!) And I love your piece. Especially the taste of relish. ;)
ReplyDeleteGlad you gave it a try De.and thanks for dropping in to read mine
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A tasty, saucy response!
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I'd have to say Eve came first because she was the first lady. I like the "Lovers first of all" although I only know one and it takes two to have 'lovers'.
ReplyDeleteNice riddle even if I was far off. Congratulations on your first prompt, it was fun. What season do I come to Trinidad for the Carnival? Spring, like our Mardi Gras?
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Thanks for dropping in Jim. Our carnival parade in the street is always the Monday and Tuesday before Ash Wednesday. Of course before those two days the season incorporates fetes. Theatre. and song. And steel band competitions.
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I like "an apple plucked, without blemish, without regret".
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I relish this poem of yours Gillena! Nice take!
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