Madam Pomerac
A response to the prompt question “what kind of plant are you?”

I am but like a pomerac tree, Unassuming but silently grand. A slim willowy thing, that many fail to understand.
With me you must have patience, For such greatness can not be rushed. If you wait to see me bloom, Your very heart will be touched.
Touched by my beauty, a modest one though. For I have no silken petals to pet, or a gentle scent to bring to your nose.
What have are tendrils that spring out, Vibrant and glossy with an alien-like delight. And again with a bit more patience, I will bring you fruit of a crisp bite.
Thank you Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) for this wonderful prompt and to anyone who read and enjoyed this piece. I would also like to thank Jupiter Grant for her poem Aloe, Aloe. It was a wonderful read and it was what introduced me to not only the prompt but also The Brain is a Noodle publication.
I would like to tag Zach J. Payne, Daniel Barry and David Majister in case you would like to take part in this lovely prompt as well as anyone else who would like to participate.
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