I had my fill of lazy afternoons

of forbidden fruit

plucked off the poisened vine

I listened to the devil softly croon

songs uncouth

sending shivers down my spine

I lost my innocence too soon

like a milk tooth

in sweet persimmon wine

I’ll dig your grave with teaspoons

as your half truths

dug mine

~Melanie Blackwell


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24 responses to “persimmon

  1. Brilliant. I just love it.

  2. Wow, this is amazing, I adore the second part .

  3. This is really nice stuff

  4. Wonderful Melanie! persimmon wine I’ve never had but I can imagine it is so very sweet! I love this all the way around! 🙂

  5. I’ll dig your grave with teaspoons…powerful, determined, incredible words. So strong and wonderful. The person saying these words will never be held back. Beautiful poem Melanie. Just fabulous.

  6. Miranda Stone

    Wow! Beautifully written, Melanie!

  7. so much emotion bubbling just beneath the surface, yet contained with such poignant imagery and restraint. i think this is one of my favorites of yours Melanie. ty for sharing your truth.

  8. how can words be so bitter sweet!!

  9. nokindofmagic

    This was such a powerful read I had to take a couple of hours to think before commenting. I hope it’s alright to be a bit chaotic. After all chaos has been first, then the forbidden fruit… Which led me to the persimmon-permission siblings and I suppose both these words could be responsible for the imagery and tone… There is time for both, and time is crucial in the third stanza. Time is also responsible for the choice of a weapon, the reaction and final impact. I’m not sure if that makes any sense, but ever since we’ve ‘known’ each other your writing has begun to influence me more, for which I thank you.

    • Wow, you truly flatter me. First, to think my words resonated so strongly to cause hours of pause and contemplation is wonderful in itself. And I love that you delved so deeply into my words….and you do indeed make sense. Thank you for seeing me.

      And as far as your last statement, I don’t even know what to say. I’m humbled and grateful.

  10. wowzers – as you can see, I am getting caught up on my reading (backwards in dates). i always enjoy your work – you have this incredible ability to put what another’s heart is feeling – into words. We, as a reader, can feel your heart jump out at us – right off the screen, but we can also FEEL our own heart. This is extraordinary. xx

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