Cormack, Jennifer C.

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CLAMANTIS: The MALS JournalVolume 1Issue 3 Fall/Winter 2017 Article 12November 2017Les Pommes et les PoiresJennifer C. Cormackjennifer.c.cormack.gr@dartmouth.eduFollow this and additional works at: https://digitalcommons.dartmouth.edu/clamantisPart of the Creative Writing CommonsThis Poetry is brought to you for free and open access by the Student-led Journals and Magazines at Dartmouth Digital Commons. It has been acceptedfor inclusion in CLAMANTIS: The MALS Journal by an authorized editor of Dartmouth Digital Commons. For more information, please contactdartmouthdigitalcommons@groups.dartmouth.edu.Recommended CitationCormack, Jennifer C. (2017) "Les Pommes et les Poires," CLAMANTIS: The MALS Journal: Vol. 1 : Iss. 3 , Article 12.Available at: https://digitalcommons.dartmouth.edu/clamantis/vol1/iss3/12  Les Pommes et Les Poires Jennifer C. Cormack  I. Where a student and I paint portraits Juicy light spills on the table, Strikes a composition: her nude pear Next to my perky pomegranate couple.  II. Sunlight glints off the smooth Shiny surfaces in patches Of brilliant white light, Ornamenting wonder.  III. Fleshy substances are tucked inside Empurpled, chartreused skins. Mine boasts a rosy-red, deep magenta Adamic apple countenance.  IV. Brown specks and scars dot the surface Haphazardly, while cadmium orange, Venetian red, and burnt sienna streak The mysteriously impenetrable peel.   V. The tight uniform ball, not perfectly Spherical, feels leathery and lumpy. It fits my palm, baseball weight, And is utterly odorless.  VI. The crown protrudes, separates Into six sepals, narrows to a point, Like a flower. Feathery stamens Emanate from inside the sepals.      VII. My pair rest against one another,   Husband and wife: where one Is weak, the other is strong. They weep Separately. Mourn collectively.  VIII. Color explodes our night in Pear-is. We cut dense globes pole to pole. They bleed. Fall apart into aril Patterns, like a honeycomb puzzle.  IX. Pulp, separated by translucent Membranes, holds aril clusters. Crimson casings, pine nut size, Seal each teardrop.  X. I taste an aril, slowly puncturing The fleshy seed. Tart juices My palette, and I crunch It like a cashew. 

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