One Poem by Edward Alport

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.

The Bowl

Fat faced peony!
How was such luxuriance
So miniaturised?

How was such divine
Absurdity compressed down
To a Brussels sprout?

Rosebuds are so mean,
Lean and squinty, hiding the
Decadence inside.

Peonies explode
Into not just lush, but dense,
Fleshly profusion.

Peonies that I
Can cup in my hand: a bowl
Of flesh and velvet.

I could stare and stare,
Touching her throat; stroking the
Velvet to my cheek.


Edward is a lecturer and writer, mostly on business and politics. He often posts twittaku (double haiku in 140 characters) on Twitter, plus the occasional political limerick.

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