Grapes & bananas;
stirring something down there.
Garlic, onions, & potatoes;
turning the vibrations down a bit.
Ginger, herbs & celery;
sudden tingling sensations.
Gherkins, carrots, & eggplant;
noticeable twitching & a shudder.
An amorous outing
at the shopping centre.
Sitting and standing,
painting a still life of fruit.
The right light moves in today. Fruits
once alive become immortal on the
canvas, as part of their being, will
forever live in the paint, the brush.
A calm moves through the studio, as
this place has the right feeling today.
In the last stroke taken, the canvas is
pieces of fruit falling from an
unknown place in the sea.
You fly into the blue
Another journey to somewhere
while I remain nowhere
As you fly into the blue
An engine gives a cough
The cargo bounces about
You text me of love
A strange message from you
I text back words of love
They say the plane crashed slow
Hundreds of lives frozen in terror
My heart broke into love shards
You died in that crash
Going into the green
As it rained, falling fruit
Painting by Mercedes Granel, “Falling Fruit.”