this was wrritten for tonights #dverse fruity promt https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/01/poetics-how-to-cut-a-pomegranate/ supplied tonight by KImm881. this juicy prompt has brought back a very happy memory
The clouds gather
Looming over grey gloom
This cities market alive with noise
Single sunbeam highlights
Trays of shiny green apples
Granny smith shouted the label.

Granny smith sniggered her grandchildren
One each gran bought, just to watch
The sharp and sour dancing on young tongues
As this bunch crunched and munched with glee
Juice smothered smiles giving poetic joy
To our very own Granny Smith.
Every bite of every granny smith apple
Brings back grans sly smile
At our sour apple faces
That day my first
Taste of a granny smith apple.
In the gloom looming over us that day.
© 1/6/2021 rogleach
This is incredibly poignant! I especially admire; “One each gran bought, just to watch the sharp and sour dancing on young tongues.” 🙂
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Wonderfully inventive character, Granby Smith.
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I especially love that “sharp and sour dancing on young tongues.” I can taste this.
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Beautiful recollection you’ve captured here!
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thank you
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Aww, this is so beautiful.
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thanks
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Delightful and one of my favourite apples!
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thank you
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🙂
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Ha – You brought Granny Smith to life…that is my favorite apple to use when making a pie.
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thank you
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Beautiful memories connected with this sweet-sour crunchy apple. Sounds like you had a wonderful gran, Rog.
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she was wonderful thanks
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What a fantastic memory! I’m not surprised it stuck with you. I’m pleased Granny Smith could see the funny side 🙂
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thanks
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I love your granny! What a sly sense of humour, and how lovely that you have a hook to hang your memories on, a stimulus so easily bought and bitten into.
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Thank you
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It is where my own humour comes from. As a child we made each other giggle often
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My grandmother and my mother only ever bought Granny Smiths, whereas I am a Royal Gala kind of girl. Your Granny Smith poem has brought back memories for me too, Rog. Fruit and veg stalls are special places for me, in London, Cologne and Ireland. The ones on the market in the centre of Norwich are wonderful, but I haven’t visited them since before the pandemic, so we’re stuck with supermarket groceries. I love the way you brought the market to life with the contrast of sky and market, the noise and single sunbeam that highlights the trays of shiny green apples, and the sensory delight of ‘sharp and sour dancing on young tongues’ together with the crunching and munching.
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Thank yoy
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the sweet and sour dancing, described so well here, is actually why i love granny smith the most. 🙂 this is a sunshine amidst the gloomy weather.
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Well done Raj. I get a real sense of your gram. And the contrast between that black market day, and the liveliness in the fruit it’s just wonderful
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Lovely poem! You described the zingy tang so well and I enjoyed the image of granny’s faces slyly smiling at kid’s reactions to the sour taste 🙂
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Lovely poem! You described the zingy tang so well and I enjoyed the image of granny’s faces slyly smiling at kid’s reactions to the sour taste 🙂
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How incredibly delightful! We use the granny’s for the best apple pies in the world. I also remember that tartness hitting my tongue as a young girl!
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My favorite apple done justice!
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