Fruit Notes
She bathes in Bubblelicious Fuzzy Peach
towels off then spritzes Kiwi Melon Splash.
She chooses Mango Sunscreen for the beach
or Lemon Lime or Berries from her stash.
She balms her lips with Sour Cherry Twist
her body polish sparkles Groovy Grape.
She freshens up with Pomegranate Mist
(such well-fed skin will never turn to crepe).
Her hands are buttered Strawberries ‘n’ Cream
her hair is tousled with Pineapple Glaze
even her rooms smell like an Eden dream
Forbidden Fruit-soaked reeds stand in her vase.
Fresh, innocent, sweet, dangerous and more
Essence of Eve enchants her to the core.
© Violet Nesdoly
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Every month the website Poets Online features a new prompt. In January of 2010 the prompt was to write a poem about ‘fruit.’ While I was mulling over my fruit poem, I was also writing a monthly Poets Classroom column (that I wrote for about 18 months) on the topic of the sonnet. The two came together in this lighthearted sonnet, which was first published here in 2010, along with many other fruity poems.
I’m re-posting it today to share with the Poetry Friday crowd. Poetry Friday is hosted today by Tabatha Yeatts at her always intriguing blog The Opposite of Indifference.
Violet Nesdoly 
Fruity luscious poem, Violet! Thanks for the smile today — funniest thing is I know someone who actually fruits up like this every day :).
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I’ll bet bees would love her!
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Love the images and the scents. These are my favorite smells too. Whenever I visit the US, I make sure I buy loads and loads of body butter that is usually on sale at Victoria’s Secret or Bath and Body Works. 🙂
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I love this zesty sonnet, Violet. Nice to read a happy one.
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I read a quote recently that said there’s more fruit in rich people’s shampoo than on poor people’s plates. True, huh? Great poem!
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Thanks for these lovely comments! Ruth, your observation is sure food for thought!
Sobering.
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Took me until Wednesday night to get here, but I’m glad I did, Violet. I do love this fruitilicious poem! Takes me back to the days of Bonne Bell lip smackers… mmmm mmmm mmmmm.
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Why thank you, Michelle! Love that Bonne Bell! mmmmm indeed!
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