I had another post planned for today, but I couldn’t bring myself to write much this week. I was inspired, however, by the poems written in response to Nelly Bryce’s Poetry Pals prompt of writing poems about food. There was a strawberry poem from Tara Connor
I had never heard of a pomelo before this. Now id like to try. Your brief affair sounds as intense, lustfull and cathartic as the best flings tend to be. Making a note to someday use: "he felt as empty and unwanted as a half eaten pomelo discarded at the back of the fridge for two weeks too long."
Fun read!
What a wonderful poem and all the barely restrained sexiness.
Thanks.
I had never heard of a pomelo before this. Now id like to try. Your brief affair sounds as intense, lustfull and cathartic as the best flings tend to be. Making a note to someday use: "he felt as empty and unwanted as a half eaten pomelo discarded at the back of the fridge for two weeks too long."
Use it!
Mmmmmm. I haven’t tried one. But now I feel like I have. And I want to. And I love what you’ve done here! X
They are delicious but only in the winter when they’re in season. I’ll have to ship one over to you in England.
Or if you need me to come visit to try one 🤣
Food poetry. I could read it all day!
Me too!