First post-War Banana


 

you landed here
from ‘overseas’
greenish
but certainly not apple
 
you ripened
into leopard-spotted
nutmeg-speckled beauty
crescent moon
 
and skinny kids
with grubby knees
who’d never seen your sort before
bit sideways-on
 
chomping
eager but unmannered
straight through
your waxy skin
 
had to be shown
the proper way
to unglove
each golden finger
 
peel back
the leather petals
find the soft fruit
held perfectly within
 
Annie Fisher

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Annie Fisher  would be pleased to hear them.