Poetry

Coming To Fruit

Squashed and stomped on
To release our juice
Like the succulent plum
To become sweet jam
We are pulverized
Our mettle to shine through
In the motion of destruction
Magnificence is amplified
A burgundy heart
Finds the rhythm to beat
In the stickiness of life
And we are fortified
In the heat of release
Flavour and strength
At the end of process
A dark middle
Turns to sumptuous ecstasy
Bursting purpose
Under pressure

Debbie Gravett © 2021.05.06

RDP: Plum
FOWC: Motion
Image by dae jeung kim from Pixabay

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Debbie Gravett

A word painter; a story slave; a believer of magic and mystery; a lover of life.

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