Iron Poet, Round XIII.
Welcome to the latest round of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and I give you a poem. This is an adaptation of a standard writer's workshop activity, and I do not claim the original concept. I just claim to enjoy doing it
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While we were sipping ginger and seaweed tea,
Waiting for dinner to finish baking,
The house rich with the smells of cinnamon and chicken.
"Eat one and live forever."
And I laughed, because it seems like
Fruit can cure all mankind's ills:
Peaches for immortality,
Apples for wisdom,
Grapes for the living,
Pomegranates for the dead.
I have a garden now.
I grow apples, peaches,
Pomegranates full and fine.
Perhaps one day I'll grow the fruit
That brings me back to you.
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