The orchard is littered with debris
and half-ripened apples. Mud rinses away
from red-green marbled skins.
The witch passed through here early
on her way to some meddling mission.
She took one apple and left the rest
to rot. No-one gleans windfalls
in the royal groves. The air smells
of cider and lightning, but the storm
is long over, this is the afterword.
--for Poefusion
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Afterwards
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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2 comments:
Wonderful afterword or afterward. No matter how you look at it this is a great poem. Well done. Have a nice day.
I love this - it's slightly menacing, fully engaging and somehow engenders a wisp of hope.
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