he was my ruby apple <br />all ready for the tasting <br />so perfect, not a blemish <br />nothing to be wasting. <br /> <br />round, rosy, smoothly shiny, <br />firm and with skin intact, <br />the very biting into.. <br />would be a delicious act. <br /> <br />i took him in my loving hands <br />and turned him round and round <br />looking at his loveliness <br />thankful for what i'd found, <br />and bit into his luscious flesh, <br />the juice ran down my chin <br />but i was shocked and unprepared <br />for the rot that lay within, <br />the maggots - they were feasting <br />upon his heart so cold, <br />others had got there before me <br />and evil taken hold. <br /> <br />he was not mine, 'twas all a dream, <br />he'd led me a merry dance. <br />superficial beauty, sure, <br />truth and goodness - not a chance! <br /> <br />next time i pick an apple <br />with my knife i'll cut in two <br />i'll look for purity of heart <br />dishonesty won't do. <br /> <br />i'll take no notice of the shine <br />or the condition of the skin <br />what'll matter most to me next time <br />is what really lies within.<br /><br />rachael richmond<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-apple-2/
