I saw it quite by chance <br />At first I thought it was the way the light fell <br />Sometimes I had noticed how light danced <br />And spun threads of gold across the room <br />And then I noticed it was more than a shadow <br />In that bowl of fruit half of the bright green globe was bruised <br />A dark brown bruised <br />And when i pressed it down it softened and squelched <br />And I realised it was rotten to the core<br /><br />yvette smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rotten-apple/
