Oh, for walnut days!
Now they hang slack
like marbles in a sock.
No etched shell
encasing nutty flesh,
just pink and wrinkled
embarassment.
Not the kind of gravity
I hoped to acquire
with the grey.
Oh, for walnut days:
a chance to crack
another ice-cool, rock
-hard maiden,
head and shoulders
above and tossing
my waldorf salad.
Walnuts
Published by Ewan on July 1, 2009 - 12:11
from the ABC set
from the ABC set
Comments
FTSE100 | July 1, 2009 - 12:43
Cor, thanks Ewan. I've never had a poem of my own before! Mind you, casting aspersions on the condition of my walnuts, maybe I shouldn't be so pleased after all...
Paul 'nutcracker' Chappell
Ewan | July 1, 2009 - 18:38
Ah well, the knowledge of the condition says much for my own state of repair!
whiskey | July 1, 2009 - 22:17
Haha! Very clever! And no reason for hoteliers to be out of Waldorfs. ;-)
threeleafshamrock | July 3, 2009 - 17:43
Thank God for that....I thought it was only me. Well put and descriptively accurate - unfortunately.
Chris ;)