I Eat Pears at my Leisure

Revised

Skin that is prickly pear peel

Plump - ripe - fleshy - Iron.

My mouth's hunters twitch

Neglecting all utensils

Jittery and growling,

They drag me to you.

Squeeze your scream - accept your fate

As they bask and you weep

Watermelon - sweet.

Reviews

[Brandon]

Hey Kitty,
First off, I love the title. Second, I love the metaphor. I don't know that I'm quite connecting the dots fully on the whole piece, but for what I am understanding it's written well. I do feel as though it could be more clear, but I don't want to offer advice where it isn't asked for, y'know? Good luck with you're writing!

[Kitty]

Thank you for the review, Brandon. Advice is always welcomed so I don't mind, but regarding my lack of proper clarity - I suppose I want readers to use their own imagination to interpret what writing I do choose to share.

[Douglas Marsh]

Poetry is really not my thing, but I like it. The imagery really makes you wonder.

[Kitty]

Thank you, Douglas Marsh

[Chris Shaw]

You have my mouth watering. Nothing like the taste of a ripened pear, juices running. I don’t use cutlery either :) Nicely done kitty.

Chris

[Kitty]

Thank You, Chris Shaw, the pear was only intended to be a metaphor, but thank you for the feedback

[Minnesota Fats]

Sounds and reads pretty good. Well done here.

[Kitty]

Thank you, Minnesota fats