Observing Pears Natural

Other fruit seems more interesting:
Apples for their history,
bananas for obvious reasons,
peaches peeled,
strawberries dunked,
grapes to feed to each other
black plums for the view.

But pears?

Pears look like Uncle Frank,
too many hours in front of the TV,
too many beers and Cheezits.
Or perhaps J-Lo as she dances away.

Pears are too often green,
the color of a 70’s shag carpet,
remembered for rug burns
and Annie Greenspring.


Pears remind me of the Goddess,
those small statues found
in French caves,
the daughters of Eve
worshipped throughout the world
before we became civilized.

Peaches seem made for summer,
strawberries speak to spring,
but pears poached in brandy
bring memories of winter nights,
wine by fireplace light
and fleeced lined blankets.

Gary Blankenship is a retired federal managers whose new avocation is writing prose and poetry. His work has appeared on Writer's Hood, Clean Sheets, Electric Wine, and Sensitive Poetry. He won the ENE Dark Fantasy contest and his short story placed fourth in the Preditors & Editors 1999 Reader's Poll. He loves to talk about writing as much as write and to play writing games. He spends too much time in workshops.
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