An icy crunch, underfoot, is just a step away.
The undersize apples, hang from the near leafless branches,
like a collection of aged, empty scrotums.
A sky, of burnt ash, oversees the lack of festivities,
played out upon an Irish landscape, while the artist's easel,
holds canvasses, coloured by imagination.
Comments
MistakenMagic | August 29, 2010 - 20:04
Interesting choice of simile with those apples, Chris ;) Really love the two-stanza split structure - and the weather isn't much better here in Yorkshire!
Magic xxx
Highhat | August 29, 2010 - 21:00
you wouldn't want to eat those apples. Nice imagery. the weather hasn't been better in Denmark either.
;)
insertponceyfre... | August 29, 2010 - 22:08
scrotums doesn't need an apostrophe. (I never imagined I'd ever find an opportunity to write that sentence). It's been a shit summer all round I think
maggyvaneijk | August 31, 2010 - 01:32
You perfectly and uniquely put into words what we're all feeling!
Curse of 222 | September 3, 2010 - 01:22
leave it to 3leaf to find a way to use scrotum poetically. the second stanza is quite good.
jason
Kahdai | September 10, 2010 - 13:14
Very poetically lol! I think its made up by all the other lovely images, the burnt-ash sky & I especially like canvasses, coloured by imagination! I often dream about living in a warmer country, yet I know I would miss all the rain! K