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Sunday, November 25, 2012

30 Poems in 30 Days: Day Twenty Five Prompt

Prompt: Write in first person, speaking familiarly to a best friend, about a choice that you made - what action or consequence did it cause?  In your first few lines, describe the place, before getting into the details of what you did.  Use this poem as a model:

Fredonia, NY 
by Aimee Nezhukumatathil

Of course I regret it. I mean there I was under umbrellas of fruit so red they had to be borne of Summer, and no other season.Flip-flops and fishhooks. Ice cubes made of lemonade and sprigs of mint to slip in blue glasses of tea. I was dusty, my ponytail all askew and the tips of my fingers ran, of course, red from the fruitwounds of cherries I plunked into my bucket and still — he must have seen some small bit of loveliness in walking his orchard with me. He pointed out which trees were sweetest, which ones bore double seeds — puffing out the flesh and oh the surprise on your tongue with two tiny stones (a twin spit), making a small gun of your mouth. Did I mention my favorite color is red? His jeans were worn and twisty around the tops of his boot; his hands thick but careful,nimble enough to pull fruit from his trees without tearing the thin skin; the cherry dust and fingerprints on his eyeglasses. I just know when he stuffed his hands in his pockets, said Okay. Couldn't hurt to try? and shuffled back to his roadside stand to arrange his jelly jars and stacks of buckets, I had made a terrible mistake. I just know my summer would've been full of pies, tartlets, turnovers — so much jubilee.

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