The Lemon

At the bottom of my bag
lies a twinkling tiny lemon
Fresh and pure it paints the air
I lay my hand on the rough little piece
It is giggling with a muted sound
Sliced open with a knife
the lemon cried- cha-cha
Leaving tears in the plate
reminding me of a old bitter-sweet taste

Analysis
The poem is about a type of fruit and its taste, colour, size and sound. There are 9 line in this poem. The poem features the literary device- personification. For example, in the line"Fresh and pure it paints the air".