About the Poem
This piece is about love forgone - not by the lover but the loved who is too foolish and not hungry enough to see her there.
As they say in the classics - he can't see the forest for the trees!
The Fruit That Fell |
| by Celia Moodie |
| The grass Flat with fallen fruit Bruised - Folded and matted In your shadow. Behind your head With your wild eye Staring upward At the mottled light Of clouds and sun Through leaves And branches You are hungry. But the fruit is fallen And you will never Starve. So you leave the fruit Where it will surely rot. Browning the grass For another season. I stand behind another tree And watch you. I touch the rough bark With my cheek. I am hungry too But I have eaten that fruit. Soft and wet in the grass. Tasting of moss-green Forest fungus. I hallucinate from the Wild forest floor As I reach for you My arms extend - retract - I cannot touch you. Starved as I am My body falls And I sound like a tree In the woods. That no one hears Crash down. |
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Meg
cool poem
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