Satellite FruitA Poem by eglantineI live within the cold petals of the moon, far from the swollen green-blue fruit that hangs from the blackest branch where shiny insects gather like mold.
Pluto was demoted from an icy planet to just a far-away rock and stars are named without their consent. For some, the pressure is too great and so they break from the sky, plummet and burn-- a thin scar.
The moon doesn't see this. She only has to worry about spinning around that slowly rotting fruit and to return light to the sun. © 2012 eglantineAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on May 9, 2012 Last Updated on September 28, 2012 AuthoreglantineSomewhere SomeplaceAboutI graduated with my B.A. in English (emphasis creative writing) My ultimate goal is to be the U.S. Poet Laureate and to be a college professor of poetry. I'm a wildflower with a poetic soul. I'm als.. more..Writing
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