Orchard

Orchard

A Poem by andrewbltye

for Layla Ghandour

 

As red and round as hot glass

but sweeter than menthe leaves

and cinnamon,

sweeter than ignorance,

 

she glistens,

almost a mirage in the desert sun,

her teeth the stained-glass silver

of a tear crossing her mother’s cheek

 

when told, “Your child was ripe,

your child was plucked from our branches,

your child was an attack on our hearts

and now an attack on yours.”

 

Who else commands us to bear fruit

but God?

Who else commands us to eat

but the Red Man?

 

slinking behind the red gowns of celebration,

and on the red dunes of war,

through the red longing of faulty hearts,

in the red peel of an apple.

© 2018 andrewbltye


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Added on July 25, 2018
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Tags: poem, war, devil, god, fruit, apple, elegy

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andrewbltye
andrewbltye

Temple, TX



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Texan by birth, North-easterner by choice. Princeton Class of 2021. Looking for a community of like-minded writers and people. Engaged in all forms of writing, but namely poetry. Interested in.. more..

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