Too Grand

This fruit is far too grand

Exactly placed to centre here a pedestal of somethings…

These apples, polished red with a uniform of grapes

This conspiracy of colour seems to shout an afternoon

A royal scent of feast, and now my eyes begin to question…

How this knife looks like an omen, and this spoon, a metaphor for gaze

Where, I wonder where, is the inevitable bruising?

Or the flesh that sags and folds, just a little past its prime…

And then I see a sense of clinging close beside a fallen free

A bowl of contradictions where time ticks in silence

Yes, this fruit is far too grand and my moment calls for less

Now instead I see a universe, ripe with human muddle

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Paul McGovern
    Aug 18, 2012 @ 17:28:21

    What a wonderful exploration in a such a uniquely brilliant comparison. A fantastic, well written piece. I love the use of colour, texture and form throughout and the way in which you bring minimalism and complications together. Thank you for sharing.

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