Thursday, 15 November 2018

a little poetry...

Reading in a tree 2015

Pear Tree

This was the tree of all trees
Huge
I learned the way to climb it
Foot after foot, hand after hand
Until I was almost as high as the sky
A place to sit
With my back against the hard wood
Legs dangling
Bark against my bare skin
The trunk stretching further
Beyond reach

My hands plucked ripe rough-skinned pears
From between the leaves
Pears that I chewed and munched
Their juices dribbling over my chin
And then my arm hurled
The wet cores through the branches
Out into the air
Until they fell in arcs to the floor

Sweetness


July 2018


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