Banana Bruises
Banana bruise,
black like a tarantula
growing
out of the seeds.
Afraid to take a bite?
Me, too.
black like a tarantula
growing
out of the seeds.
Afraid to take a bite?
Me, too.
This poem is copyright (©) Ruth Healy 2024
About the Writer
Ruth Healy
Ruth was born in rural Pennsylvania where her backyard ran out into the fields and through the woods for miles. She had secret reading and writing spots underneath the trees, away from the hustle and bustle of four sisters. Ruth wrote mysteries based on her experiences with Nancy Drew, letters to pen pals from around the globe and wistful stories about growing up. More recently, after being introduced to poetry by Charles Causley, she has started writing children’s poetry.