Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Among white mushrooms...

stems of an earlier world
once cut down, now
breaking toward light,
a prickly bush glaring
at the neglectful world
like an angry child throwing
fallen apples at the windows.


  1. I love the title of this poem, and the mental image of the bush "like an angry child throwing apples at the window". Quite wonderful.

  2. so very nice lorna...
    the title is what brought me here today!! =)


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