Plump tomato

you remind me of Maisie

on a Sunday scrubbed clean

beneath a fresh bonnet

with shiny red cheeks

green eyes and lace frills,

smiling, basket-upon-arm.

Maisie loves the vicar

and brings him freshly grown tomatoes

which match her cheeks.

She smells of compost and lavender soap.

He asks her for lunch after church.

Their eyes meet over large tomatoes

eaten whole that squelch

as the juice runs down their chins.

She giggles into her lace handkerchief,

he wipes his chin on the tablecloth,

and over the crockery they kiss,

all tasting of fresh tomatoes.

She giggles some more.

He squeezes Maisie the plump tomato

and they disappear under the table

beneath newly pressed linen.

Maisie’s cheeks ripen until she shines

with the shiny red plumpness

of ready-to-eat fruit.

The vicar praises God for tomatoes

and descends upon Maisie for dessert.

Tomato - Cross section view

Author: Sarah Potter Writes

Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. She's into nature, gardening, and natural health. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.

17 thoughts on “Tomato”

  1. So a Tomato brought you inspiration today, that’s random haha! Brilliant piece, I really enjoyed it 🙂


    1. Thanks. Really glad you enjoyed it 😀

      The poem came out of a game a group of us played one Sunday afternoon. It involved spontaneous writing exercises, with one of us at a time setting a subject and all of us having a go writing a poem or a piece of flash fiction in five minutes. The subject I chose was ‘Tomato’.


      1. This brings to mind the chorus of a famous folk song, ‘The Ram of Derby’…

        It’s true me lads,
        I never was known to lie,
        If you’d have been to Derby,
        You’d have seen the same as I.


      2. It’s probably to do with the antioxidant Lycopene that’s meant to especially benefit men. I think also the tomato plant is of the deadly nightshade family, so could be read as symbolic of dangerous sexual liaisons.


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