Pear.

Split open
voluptuous lips
death as a hook
in the pear, lonely
at my fingertips.

I say aloud
sweeter than the robes of Versailles.
What real death is that
if you can’t taste it twice?

Cut it harshly
just as if father yelled
on those rarer moments,
his bones arching legs.
Cut it with a knife
bear the skin as your cross.

I was your only bones
and face; imaginative
rattling in what I see you as.
Pear.

What it gives
let it torture the sensual Eve. She did not deserve things like this.

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Written for the 6/1/2021 dVerse prompt.

  44 comments for “Pear.

  1. DanG
    June 1, 2021 at 5:14 pm

    I was just drinking pear juice when I saw this post…whole different perspective. Thanks for the poem!

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    • June 1, 2021 at 5:18 pm

      Hahaha, well that’s a coincidence. Thank you!

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  2. sanaarizvi
    June 1, 2021 at 5:16 pm

    My goodness this is potent! I especially like; “I say aloud sweeter than the robes of Versailles. What real death is that if you can’t taste it twice?”💝

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    • June 1, 2021 at 5:18 pm

      Thank you so much, Sanaa.

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  3. De Jackson
    June 1, 2021 at 6:26 pm

    Love this especially, Lucy:
    “Cut it with a knife
    bear the skin as your cross.”

    I love a good pear, and your descriptions here are wonderful.

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    • June 1, 2021 at 6:50 pm

      Aww, thank you so much. ❤

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  4. June 1, 2021 at 8:11 pm

    Gawd, I do love reading your work. It’s like visiting an amusement park for the mind. Everything from the rollercoaster to the haunted house of mirrors. Excellent writing Lucy! 🤯😉

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    • June 1, 2021 at 8:14 pm

      Oh wow, thank you! That’s such a compliment. ❤️

      Like

  5. June 1, 2021 at 9:23 pm

    No pears on my menu … eve’s red apple awaits … a temptation on my plate … 🍎

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  6. June 1, 2021 at 9:31 pm

    Stunning write. I am not so fond of the pear but you gave it dark sensuality and deathly intrigue. I love the cutting it harsely, like it has its own torture chambers and this part cuts across your poem:

    Cut it with a knife
    bear the skin as your cross.

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    • June 1, 2021 at 10:21 pm

      Thank you so very much!

      Like

  7. June 1, 2021 at 9:49 pm

    Yes, this is stunning.

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  8. June 1, 2021 at 11:23 pm

    This is a really great poem Lucy!
    Your hook in the death pear is a wonderful image. Your flash back to the Fall and Eve is perfect. I even like your father’s rattling bones calling to you!!

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  9. June 2, 2021 at 2:11 am

    I was blown away by this Lucy, there’s so much in it. I feel the pain of a troubled childhood and there are definitely some dark and nasty undercurrents beneath the surface of this pear.

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  10. June 2, 2021 at 2:13 am

    I love that ending. The whole poem swings between pleasure and punishment. Some great images.

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  11. June 2, 2021 at 3:41 am

    I’ll never look at a pear again without thinking of this poem, Lucy, with its ‘split open voluptuous lips’, a deathly, lonely pear, a reminder of a yelling father. Another fruit of Eve. I agree with Sarah that the poem swings between pleasure and punishment.

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  12. June 2, 2021 at 7:12 am

    Such a different and creative perspective, Lucy. These lines are gems:

    What real death is that
    if you can’t taste it twice?

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  13. June 2, 2021 at 8:28 am

    Wow Lucy! There’s a bite outta of this for sure. I always thought the core that remains is fruitbones

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  14. Shawna
    June 2, 2021 at 10:09 am

    I would also love the title and first three lines as a separate poem.

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    • June 2, 2021 at 1:17 pm

      That’s definitely an idea. Thanks for sharing.

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  15. June 2, 2021 at 2:16 pm

    Lovely poem! I particularly enjoyed the first and last stanza – there was such an eerie feeling of sacrifice about it! 🙂

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  16. June 2, 2021 at 2:38 pm

    I think that only if you have truly tasted the perfect pear you would know that this is absolute truth… lovely and sensual

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  17. June 2, 2021 at 8:06 pm

    This is deep, dark, visceral …. beautiful poetry.

    Liked by 2 people

  18. Dins
    June 6, 2021 at 12:14 am

    This is amaizing!

    Liked by 2 people

  19. Tia
    June 8, 2021 at 8:18 am

    Wow! I will never see a pear the same way again. Really nice poem. Thanks!

    Liked by 1 person

  20. June 9, 2021 at 2:59 am

    Amazing work Lucy! I especially love the line, “sweeter than the robes of Versailles.” ❤️

    Liked by 1 person

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