Love Blossomed, Yet Unrequited

A dramatic monologue from a woman to her disinterested lover, highlighting the feelings of the persona due to her love being unreturned, with an extended metaphor relating to nature used throughout.

We are seeds cradled in a flower's palm, bud clenched in a fist

Resembling a hand.

Petals clasped like gnarled fingers and

We are trapped.

We cannot escape to flourish and grow.

We are frail.

Consumed - embraced,

Smothered by nature's hold.

You refuse to indulge

On nectar you fear will be bitter and cold,

Refusing potential liquid gold.

You allow the last few precious drops to dry 

And in doing so

We wither and die.

You reside willingly behind bars of a cage

Convinced this will keep you safe within.

You denied me a key, refused me entry

And did not let me in.

But I, a lock-pick, probe at the door.

I yearn to explore, you offer a world

Where I have not yet been, sights kept secret and unseen.

Like forbidden fruit you picked me from a tree,

But no knowledge of me do you seem to possess.

You are but one of the fruits I have tried; 

I have had long, savoured bites of some rotten to the core,

Yet you are ripe and sweet on my tongue

A taste to relish and adore.

I implore you to love the texture of skin

That encases my flesh that lies underneath.

But to you I am simply a ripening peach not yet good to eat,

A risk you dare not consume.

So I am rejected, discarded, not worth the wait

I conclude that you will leave me to ripen and bloom,

Then uneaten, unused, rotting and bruised

I will plummet from the tree and fall to my doom.

Reviews

[eversosweetly]

This reminds me of Robert Herrick's poem "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time:"

"GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying :
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying."

...except the speaker is from a woman's point of view towards a man... She has gone through bad relationships before, but now that she has found someone she cares for, she finds that he is very slow about responding to her. She in turn feels rejected. In the same way that Herrick compares a disinterested relationship to a withering flower, you have compared it to a ripening fruit to produce a similar message. This is a beautiful, melancholy piece.

[Rc R. Vagilidad]

I beg to disagree on your metaphorical view of being rejected, discarded as being a fruit. In my point of view, fruit in its magical ways been in our thoughts long enough that it is all edible; imagine a poisoned fruit? Who will carry its seeds and germinate into existence?...

Fruit and its carcass were created for something, a peach as such, if left for nothing will just grow... bloom and with natures willing power, be washed carried along the riverbanks.... etc.. until it reaches its soil... and shelter another peach tree.

Thank you for this write, you made me think SCIENCE. Well, a conjecture of biology lesson 10 years ago. Not so intact, but dwelling in my thoughts... you opened it up.

Next time, don't put your spoilers in your description. Don't be detailed enough to explain you wonderful writes. Let the audience decide, mesmerize your amazing writes....