The NaPoWriMo.net prompt today asked for a poem that anthropomorphizes a food. This may be cheating, but I had already done this a few weeks ago, when I looked over at my fruit bowl, and posted a tweet. Here is a short sorta-poem to go with a photo of what I saw.
Fruit Bowl Family
Loneliness? Sleep deprivation?
Just pure imagination?
Something both comical and comforting in
recognizing an entire family
in the banana-haired honeydew,
her partner, the pineapple
and their smooth-skinned baby pears,
posing for a portrait
on my kitchen counter.
