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End Of The Garden #DVersePoets

There are no apples left for picking,

only leaves caught up in the sunlight

and a slow breeze passing through.

Back between my molars sticks a pip

that my tongue cannot pry loose

no matter the shapes it twists,

the times it risks my bite.

A sparrow in the branches sings,

tells me there are more trees,

more apples,

but they are behind walls, and gates,

and men with bright black guns.

They tell people which trees are good,

which ones are bad.

It doesn’t matter about the apples so much,

it’s more about the hands.

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Carol Forrester is a writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on a poetry collection 'It's All In The Blood'. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon. More recently her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.

10 Comments

  1. Glenn A. Buttkus says

    You’ve peaked my curiosity about those /men with bright black guns/. I’m lost in the allegory, I guess. There is a dystopian feel to the close though, so I’m left with that.

  2. I may be way way off on this but your poem sounds like it was written from the perspective of a non-human, like a bear? Human or no, I like the immediacy of it.

  3. An ominous piece, Carol, and the opening lines are atmospheric, like the opening shots of a dystopian film. I especially like the focus on the apple pip stuck between molars, with the tongue worrying at it. Is it from the last free apple before the men with bright guns took them over? And what is it with the hands? Do they cut them off if scrumpers pick them apples that hang over the walls and gates?

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  5. Beverly Crawford says

    I’m lost in the mystery of this one. I feel there’s a story hidden in there and I’m not getting it. It all sounds ominous. Woe is me!

  6. Damn! That is quite a strong write — I think I am going to have nightmares of those hands and bright black guns. The wretched men dictate and not let one pick the apple of one’s own choice — it says all about our histories as well as our present.

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