'Pear' Poem by Nan Fry
'Pear'
Pear,
you hang from your tree
like a teardrop grown solid,
like snow with a freckled skin.
When the handless maiden
came to you in moonlight, hungry,
she stretched up and took you
into her mouth.
Her father had sold her
to the devil and lopped off her hands,
but you bent to her, Pear,
and offered yourself, breast
and milk both, the earth
grown pendulous and sweet.
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6/16/2024 11:58:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely and insightful train of thought, well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing.