Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine
First Fruit
By Stan Galloway
What did it look like, that first fruit?
Pleasantness took on the concrete
form of an apple like shook foil.
What did it feel like, that first fruit?
Tactile, its peel sent a warm wash
waxing inside of a steel trap.
What did it taste like, that first fruit?
Sugarnut, laced with a tart tang
stunning your senses with misplaced sense.
Stan Galloway’s most recent poem to appear at vox poetica was Elephant and Egret (March 2011).
Brilliant use of metaphor, excellent poem.
A good way to tempt our senses and entice our imagination.
Alice, bless you for saying I use metaphor. It’s my newest discovery and I’m still not comfortable with it. And Jeanette, I definitely would call this a sens-ual poem; thanks for noticing.