The south has a softer side,
winter sunrise is peach size,
a gown for a debutante ball,
its train shimmers on the water
antique lace curtain;
the Georgia Peach curtsies
with immortal grace, I’m certain.
Her suitors flock like clingstones
across fuzzy dunes, easily bruised
bone meal domes.
Socialite seagulls tiptoe the shoreline
keep their distance, nod, and dine.
Fading peach rind sun trail,
today’s a fancy cocktail.
A fizzy bellini low-tide
toast to our cotillion pride.
Salt and pepper grandstand,
the last of Granny’s jam.
Hold my hand when she arrives,
my Georgia Peach sunrise, then we waltz.
© khartless 2022, All Rights Reserved
Flashback Track #51 asks us to write a piece inspired by a fruit or vegetable. While this piece is still ripening, I wanted to share it here before it fades. Happy Friday.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
A peach! 😂
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Why thank you, Hobbo. She was a beauty of a dawn. 😃
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Great work! So much from a stone fruit! 😀
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Right, I don’t know stone”d” fruit has such complex thoughts.
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I love the fruit imagery; I particularly loved yr comment on th poem 🙂
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Ty 😂😊
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Nice alliteration there too ❤️
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Thanks, Michelle. She’s a sashaying kinda gal.
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Very elegant imagery you weave here. Beautifully written prompt! 🙂
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Thank you, Tom. It was inspired by a very pretty Georgia sunrise.
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Awesomeness, K. Is lovely. 🍑
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Thank you, Jeff. How could I not enjoy the peachy day at the beach? Cheers.
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