It's hard to believe eating an apple got us here sometimes
That the blame game was in that which Eve ate.
That the tasting with ones mouth has a direct link to seeing how naked one can be...
Until your lips fall on another's...
'Cause I blame you for the way I feel, dear.
I've never felt this emotionally bare..
Now I need you to cloth me with love..
I take a bite
one, two, three
wishing i was snow white
please fall in love with me
but you love the beast
and i have to glue on a smile
wishing i was deceased
won't you consider me even for a while?
if i played dead
like snow white did
bit that apple so red
while my feelings stay hid
would you kiss me
even if you thought chances were nil?
when i wake and you set me free,
will you love the beast still?
Pickin’ apples off the tree:
about all things Autumn.
I look for the ripest reds,
those ruddy red-heads
that caught ’em
a sunny summery September afternoon,
when the white horn of the moon
was floating by
in the sea-deep deep-blue sky.
I pluck ’em
and plunk ’em
into a barrel
while singing a carol
Pickin’ apples off the tree:
tryna be Keatsy.
But it defeats me:
I try at it
but die at it.
For plentiful to you
Hiding skin under letters typed individually,
Masquerading aimless as bluestone avenues
Shoes tied to tree branches
Diluted water bottles buried beneath lily beds,
Traded chest cavities
Arranged red bouquets
Gave funerals to traffic accidents
Bumps in the road
Stopping midnight fog bright
Postmortem accolades awarded
In grief forever is momentary
Swallowed apple cores on a porch leaning towards heels rubbed raw
House lit dimly
Glowing during day now retreating
To a murmur
Singing distant hymns of visceral bloom
Ingested fertility over fence posts
Drinking regurgitated flesh until lamp light grew faint and significant,
Sprout from us
Orchards vast and bearing
I was hungry. Starving, actually.
I spied an apple in an apple tree,
It looked so very good to me,
Though it was high as it could be.
So I took a ladder to the tree,
And climbed it, oh, so carefully,
And when I was close as close could be,
I reached out, but it was plain to see,
That a worm got there ahead of me!
But I used to hear my Granny say,
"An apple a day keeps the doctor away."
So I climbed down, and what can I say,
I ate the apple anyway!
As a footnote, I’ve always held a certain regard for those plentiful fruits. Raspberries. Small and juicy and sweet. Quick and easy.
Now, it’s apples on the other hand I heavily despise.
To eat an apple is to make a commitment. Society generally frowns upon those who eat half an apple, just to toss out the rest. And most people are not exactly bargaining for your leftovers once they’re brown and teeth marked. Apple eating is a long and rigorous ordeal. Halfway through, the raw parts begin to stain or dry and when you’re finally finished, you’ve still got to deal with that core and the skin that’s stuck in your teeth. Herein, apples and commitments become synonymous. Convenience, the antonym.
Raspberries, however, are miniature, and zesty, and only last for a matter of seconds.
Not unlike ideal high school relationships.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016.)