I split the pod with my thumb nail,
careful to ease the hinge, not break it.
Three green berries lounge in the curve,
attached umbilically like humanoids in space.
I pluck each between thumb and digit
set it between lips and suck it into my mouth.
It takes a moment or two then sweetness arrives
along a rough landing strip of taste buds.
Dave, particularly liked the visual of the peas ‘lounging the curve’.
The ’umbilical like humans in space, came a close second, but lounging was magical.
Gyppo
I’m drawn to
maybe make more of this imagery? Replace ‘berries’ with ‘planets’? ‘moons’?
Thats definitely an idea worth considering. tatterdemalion, Thanks
Excellent Dave. Definitely drawn into the poem. Not too overloaded with parallels and imagery.
Phil
Thanks Phil. Sorry for taking so long to reply