The Thief

a poem about renewal, a deserted garden bearing fruit again

the garden with Sunrise Apples was deserted

branches bowed down scratching the earth

ants were roaming between rotten fruits

snails were hiding in shady grasses

small grubby shrinking apples

were falling now and then

struck by winds beforehand

in the sound of wooden bell board 

storm clouds were approaching

 

a child sneaked beyond the weakened gate

filled his cap with apples

tasting only one throwing all the others

nibbling quickly a wild sorrel leaf

he ran whistling in the rain

 

the next winter heavy snowstorms

broke old tree branches

the child was eating juicy oranges

looking at his Christmas tree

where globes were like apples

 

summer times came back

the child didn’t return to the garden

there were now many ripe apples

crowding each other

swaying like church bells

* wooden church bell boards are used in Orthodox churches and convents

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

great little story beautifully told

[Sam Gregory]

Nicely done, some good immagery here :)

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Many thanks.

[Whiskurz]

A beautiful piece filled with vivid imagery.......Whisk

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thanks.