The Pearly Queen, on Friday nights,
Stands by her apple carts.
As passers by walk down the road
She shows fruits, pies, and tarts.
She asks each if he’ll by some sweets
And take a taste or two.
She gives each one fair warning though
About what he must do.
“If you must take your pick from these,
Whichever you desire,
Be certain that you eat it all,
Whole and entire.”
“Perhaps next time I’ll taste her fruit,”
I thought as I walked on,
Continuing through the twilight time,
Arriving home at dawn.
This is my latest attempt at a poem for DVERSE POETICS . I’ve been trying to improve my use of symbolism. Anmol (alias HA) is in charge.