The Quince

people say she’s walking hunchbacked

loafing topsy-turvy

after each rain looking for snails with one eye

avoiding to step over fresh mushrooms

the other eye clings to the moon on clear sky

when the sun is still weak

her fingers tremble trying to catch butterflies

her big shadow scares them away

sometimes she makes a peaked cap with her hands

to avoid light burns

 

if you see her from afar she walks stumbling

if you pass by her side she looks aside

one day old foals lick her palms

chicks peck at her feet

she gathers everlastings

giving them to poor widows in cemeteries

 

it’s been said she became like this

when a quince fell upon her head

on a too hot October day

the cat just delivered five kittens

she placed them in a basket

swayed them one day and a night

keeping in her bosom a white one

as if it were a rose

 

at midnight she gets out

in the middle of the road

straightens her back leaning her head backwards

looking at the stars as if she were swallowing them

completely

Reviews

[Sam Gregory]

Surreal writing, vivid, reminded me of Wonderland for some reason. Good work :)

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thanks!

[Sam Gregory]

No problem :)

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Wow. It's so amazing
Rating 100/100

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thank you very much!

[eglantine]

I'd put "completely" up with the previous line. Great poem! You have talent within the arc of a moon's sole.

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thank you so much, I agree with your point of view, but here I needed to emphasize the last line like another idea.

[eglantine]

thought so lol

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

maybe you are right :)

[Marie]

Strange...but rather beautiful..

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thanks a lot for your empathetic words.

[Skye]

I'm at a lost for words, It reminds me of the Hunchback of Notre Dame if I spelled that right. This is beautiful and stunning, and I'm amazed.

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Gracious thanks to you Skye, I am pleased to have you here as a guest.