A Few Words About Malus Domestica ‘Discovery‘
the colour of its skin is
an embarrassment’s blush.
it bleeds rouge to its core.
a stain straight into infinity,
like some kind of forever.
an unfathomable number.
the bees,
the moths,
the maggots, they have
their way with my apples,
like bad boys who drink up,
and leave without paying,
staggering about on cider.
but this apple is bread –
sliced with a spread
of peanut butter between.
Written to prompt for Miz Quickly’s Johnny’s Apple, and Fandango’s #FOWC “Idea”. Shared with @Miz_Quickly and @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021. Photo by Andriyko Podilnyk on Unsplash
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