So for the second typewriter tale, I chose to work with cherries. Cherries are these lovely red, round things which are so beautiful to look at. I photographed them in all their beauty, and found a lovely poem to pair them with. Through typing, I was once again transported to the time of my grandfather going tap-tap-tap, and it was this warm feeling inside. This post includes the cherries and the poem. I did make something with them, but it didnt turn out as expected as the cherries were not sweet. Adding too much white sugar was not on my agenda, and I didnt want to splurge on my date syrup for no apparent reason. So this post is as basic as it gets, just cherries and some typing. 🙂
CHERRIES IN ALL THEIR GLORYÂ
AND A POEM TO PAIR WITH. . .Â
My grandfather’s typewriter needs repairs, so here is the poem for you to read. I promise to get it repaired soon. Yes.
far from freshly ripened fruit,
i am not here to satisfy ravenous lips,
only to be spit out
like a pit —
only to be useless,
once teeth tear into my flesh.
in this world we devour
in order to avoid
the devouring of ourselves
and what am i supposed to do?
my apparent purpose
is to be enjoyed
to be disposed of
without leaving a vile taste on your tongue,
the way you do mine.
my body is not a promise
to fill your starving stomach
like fruit in late summer,
dangling from a tree.
though like cherries,
my fragile skin bruises
under the turn of coarse hands —
and scrutiny of selfish else
and like cherries
i bruise each time you toss me away
my skin not soft enough
my body failing to meet expectations.
my self worth wanes,
as you pluck me from the tree
only to abandon me among mangled roots
a piece of bruise fruit,
forgotten.
-Bayley Dodd
COOKING WITH SOME HELP 