Grapes

grapes

We squished the grapes

Like wild apes

They turned to mush

But not in a rush

I knew it was not right

As I got a fright

 

The flavour exploded

The taste was overloaded

It felt like tight wrapped silk

It flowed through my mouth like milk

 

It made a big pop

As I felt a drop

I could feel the seeds

As loud as the weeds

There was no stench

But this grape was no more

 

They say some are green and some are red

But this does not seem right in my head

I always thought they were more of a purply black

But apparently I was well off the track

 

They gave a delicious taste

I would have another one with a lot of haste

They make orange juice and also blackcurrant


Clore Poetry and Literature Award, St Benet Biscop School Bedlington

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