The Forbidden Fruit

the cast iron farm bell calls in the fruit pickers
a wholesome lunch with colourful seasonal fruits
spreading on a quiet embroidered pastoral tablecloth

they are just a bunch of jovial young lads
scoffing down a meal
bantering as dessert

but you
you are reserved
quietly crunching on a Granny Smith
fixated on an open book
at the edge of the sun

they don't get you
you come freshly in the morning
sharp witted in a checkered shirt
with a tinge of bitterness
aloof to the rest

so they call you 'Pomelo'
somewhat endearing
and you like it
for it is forbidden

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Cassa Bassa

๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfitย child ๐Ÿ˜Š

8 thoughts on “The Forbidden Fruit”

  1. Cassa these are such beautiful lines indeed my friend. What drove this piece I do not know but it is so lovely. Enjoy your weekend my friend. Love โค๏ธ and hugs, Joni

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    1. Hi Joni, this piece is a result of creativity runs free. I had grapefruit in mind as we ate grapefruit today. And I started to write and this fell out. I truly had no idea how did it come about. ๐Ÿ˜€ I am glad it works.๐Ÿ’š

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