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planting the wild banana
by Kristina Woodhillthe banana shot him point blank
an awkward moment
it did not help that the victim
had just consumed with slow
mastication the banana's BBF*
and had just, with a casual
fling of his arm, tossed
the sacred peel to a passing
slobbering mutt who lifted
a back leg in disdain
the banana knew his blast
would soon meld within the victim,
blending with his buddy,
leaving no trace behind
an extraordinary sort of
banana-homi-sui-cide
one for the books
but no one would know
already strains of a softly
strumming tarantella
reached the dying victims' ears
and the slow circling began
09/29/2009 Author's Note: *BBF = banana buds forever;
october approaches, watch your step ;)
Posted on 09/29/2009
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 09/29/09 at 05:51 PM This is fantastic! The way you tied it off toward the end with a slow beginning to a quick stepping tarantula mandolin is fascinating. This one leaves me looking at that banana on my desk I eschewed for a burger with new respect. Great stuff, Kristina. I'm sure what you had in mind in no way equals where it took my sick and twisted one but, whoa, what a counterclockwise dance tune! |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 09/29/09 at 06:10 PM Fun poem Kris....CharMin |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/29/09 at 06:18 PM ...k-gal this is too cute, too cool. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/30/09 at 01:25 AM It felt fun at first, and then I wondered...a poisoned banana? And then I read the author's note, and it was fun again. Whew. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/01/09 at 05:11 PM Say, I haven't read a poem that took me from the tropics, to the pavement, to the symphony hall, and to the hospital all in just 22 lines. Splat goes the strings of my heart. Clever and imagefilled trip. You rock Kristina! |
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