Poetry

POISON

Oak barrel of green apples

Damaged one

Poisoning silently

Rotting the core

         ——–

Slice away poison

Cleanse the perfect apples

Make apple puree

Restore harmony

Scrub the oak barrel clean

Perfect fresh green again.

            —————

Elizabeth Rowland-Elliott 15/6/2015 (C)

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