Chloe Coleman


Pickle - Poem by Chloe Coleman

Clang of metal on glass,
a tiny trident pierces the green skin.
fat drops run down the weapon,
and splash onto the table,
green on silver.
red lips press
against the green flesh,
possessive and passionate.
A flash of ivory
and all is but sweet memory.


Comments about Pickle by Chloe Coleman

  • Veteran Poet - 1,466 Points Adeline Foster (9/19/2013 5:30:00 PM)

    Love that pickle, Chloe, and the poem. Try mine - Flies Flies Flies -
    Adeline (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 12,159 Points Bri Edwards (9/5/2013 12:50:00 AM)

    this made me smile at the end. a nice little tickle-the-pickle poem. thanks for sharing. i can visualize the
    murderous munching. :) i put it in MyPoemList it tasted so good.

    i prefer sweet pickles as in chloe's poem, but if you pickle lovers can stand dill pickles and want another pickle poem, i invite you to indulge in my:
    96 Little Dill Pickles.... [Food; Nature; Imagination; Personal] online 2/10/2013 (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 750 Points Ruth Walters (8/26/2013 4:38:00 PM)

    I do like a pickle myself :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013


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