Poemato
"Write a poem about a tomato."
Tomatoes out of season taste
like ghosts of summer roused
Echoes of red-skinned bursts in your mouth
Pale sunshine straining through the clouds.
They tell us spring is coming,
when Demeter rises from her grief
Fruits and flowers begin their climb to the sun
Green creeps up the poles and fences to outleaf.
Or do they, vine-things, fall
into reborn Dionysius' realm?
New seeds, new ground each year transforming
Tiny sparks to rich red overwhelm?
Author's Note: I guess the nature of this poem owes thanks to my current reading, Edith Hamilton's "Mythology".
Tomatoes out of season taste
like ghosts of summer roused
Echoes of red-skinned bursts in your mouth
Pale sunshine straining through the clouds.
They tell us spring is coming,
when Demeter rises from her grief
Fruits and flowers begin their climb to the sun
Green creeps up the poles and fences to outleaf.
Or do they, vine-things, fall
into reborn Dionysius' realm?
New seeds, new ground each year transforming
Tiny sparks to rich red overwhelm?
Author's Note: I guess the nature of this poem owes thanks to my current reading, Edith Hamilton's "Mythology".
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