An Apple A Day
Tonight’s Miami Shores workshop was the first night of a month of writing based on food.
I found a list of prompts about apples at The Tasty Buzz.
I found beautiful organic Gala apples in my refrigerator.
We wrote about our sensory reactions to the apples and the stories that they evoked.
I read to them “After Apple Picking” by Robert Frost, and inspired by
“There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall,”
we wrote again.
We ate the apples and wrote about their “waxy, buttery” skin and their crunchy flesh.
I read to them “The Bear” by Susan Mitchell, and we wrote about the bear, or the woman, who “dances under the apple trees,” “[d]runk on apples.” We imagined our own “breath leav[ing] white apples in the air.”
We amazed ourselves with the beauty of our stories.
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wholly jeanne
I like “Gala apples in my refrigerator.” And I like “drunk on apples.” But what I like the very best is “We amazed ourselves with the beauty of our stories.” May it always be so.