Take Three Apples
Haworth Hodgkinson
Take a torch into the deep tunnel:
Apples hide in the dark vaults:
Winter apples, cold and solid.
Take an apple:
Tap it gently on the wall:
It splits open and out spill
eggs in passion jelly.
Powdered smoke drifts through the air.
Unbroken coils of peel
hang from the ceiling
dried into scented lanterns.
Take an apple:
Crack it open:
Find a small creature with pointed wings
waiting for the chance to fly.
Spiders murmur spidern chant
to the sound of
cobweb fiddles.
Take an apple:
Take two:
Take three:
Let them wither for the wasps.
Written 2000
Revised 2001
Edited 2005
Published in
Spinners and Spoons, 2005
(Koo Press)
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