Yard Sale of Thoughts

Banana

I contemplate a smoothie.

In the fruit bowl, stands a figure erect,
handsome in his prime,
long and lean, direct.

Sheathed in a robe of gold, 
for he can not withstand cold.
A gem, not long plucked from psuedostem, a catch.

And so I proposition him:
"Would a bramble of raspberries appeal?" His reply is most direct. "I want no barbs against my flesh.

For I am supple, a scepter, a crescent among peasants."
And then when murmuring breaks out in the bowl, he adds with pomp and circumstance, " Be silent, loyal subjects!"

But before he can go on, I take him by the peel,
show him what happens to self-appointed monarchs in my pantry
by flashing him the blade through tempered blender glass

before his last unpardonable reveal.

©2025|K.F.Hartless

GloPoWriMo #6 Today’s prompt (optional, as always) veers slightly away from our ekphrastic theme. To get started, pick a number between 1 and 10. Got your number? Okay! Now scroll down until you come to a chart. Find the row with your number. Then, write a poem describing the taste of the item in Column A, using the words that appear in that row in Column B and C. For bonus points, give your poem the title of the word that appears in Column A for your row, but don’t use that word in the poem itself.