Tuesday Poem - Doris Plum

Kathleen Jones has posted Barbara Crooker's poem, Ode to Chocolate, on the Tuesday Poem hub this week. Spurred on by thoughts of chocolate, black beer and sensually alluring food, I thought I'd post a dark foodie poem, too. Doris plums are my 100% guaranteed downfall. . .

Once upon a time, I considered this poem a double haiku. (It has the right number of syllables, but seems in every other way to be a dishonourable imposter.) When it was first published, it was shaped to look like the fruit.

DORIS PLUM 

  

A plain woman's name,

Doris, but when lattice veins

burst and scarlet breaks,

warm mouths close around
her undressed flesh, lingering

in her purple scent.

CB

And here's a link to a Cuisine NZ recipe for Black Doris Plum, Rhubarb and White Chocolate Trifle. . . 

and another one to a Doris Plum and Ginger Honey slice. Yum!