Tuesday, 29 January 2013

Ode to an Orchard Playground




A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.




i stand on hot concrete
staring at a large edifice of
glass like steel and
steel like glass.
yet I do not see this
man-made
monstrosity.
reflected in the mirror like steel
i see a cluster of
wild apple trees,
stunted
gnarled
through the eyes of children
it is a magical orchard
created just for them
lying in the tall grass,
shaded by succulent fruit
a Garden of Eden
perfect backdrop for
imaginary games and
apple banquets
fit for a princess

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