Poetry Blogs (apples)
prince hall on How I'm Dealing With Terminal Cancer (4 hours ago)
This poem carries faint echoes of winter in a Mediterranean climate, in this case the South West of Western Australia; limpid skies, stormclouds threatening, people in overcoats walking hastily. Rather like an English summer, I would have thought!
And Now I'm Old
And now I'm old as softening apples
left forgotten on a sideboard
after a windy day,
the murmur of the evening room...
Thursday 19th October 2017 11:09 am
bought from a shop
outfits and make-up
sweets for teeth
spend spend spend
penny fades dangling on a string
creek in your neck
apples bobbing in a bowl
drowning for fun
scary stories in the dark
cheap as f*** night.
words and ffoto Tommy Carroll
Tuesday 1st November 2016 11:15 am