Golden Delicious

By Silver Spun Sand

Tue, 27 Apr 2010
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24 comments
 

Early evening, late July. The road
was quiet; a road, up until now,
well travelled. It would be nice
not having to make this trip anymore.

“Move in with us, Mum.
Richard doesn’t mind,
in fact he’s dead keen.”

She didn’t need asking twice.
This was the start of a new life...
bags in tow; the rest of her stuff
following on tomorrow.

In the sky, an orange glow;
a town, miles in the distance
she supposed, that got further away
the nearer she drove.

Endless traffic cones,
neon signs – tripping
over themselves in a bid
to outrun her...Boarded-up pubs,
signs that read, ‘For Sale or To Let’.

Not far to go now. Just as well,
she was famished; could just smell
the home-made apple pie Sophie said
she’d bake especially...

A tree that grew outside
their kitchen window –
with a bench beneath.
She envisaged herself –
book in hand...a story
for her grandson. Five,
he’d be, next month.

A ‘Slippery Road’ sign
and an errant sheep,
the wrong side of a fence...
A tunnel which seemed
to go on forever; at the end,
a garden, bathed in a halo of light,
where the apples grow.

“Welcome home,” said
a voice she didn’t know.

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Comments

Submitted by WillSimpson on
Not sure if this was the desired effect, but images of a recession hit town, followed by an old relative with the early signs of dementia moving to the country side to be looked after by those who care. This made me sad. Excellent play of words.

Until we feel our thoughts our thinking remains unfelt

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
You got it in one, Will;-) My thanks to you for giving this so much thought. Reward enough. Glad you enjoyed. Tina x

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
I like this very much Tina

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
And I am much obliged you told me. Thank you;-) Tina

 

Submitted by shoe on
'tis sad, but if heaven is an apple tree filled garden bathed in a halo of light, that's worth being good for! lovely storytelling,:~}

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Yep - I guess every cloud has a silver lining, or a golden one, maybe;-) Glad you enjoyed, Shirley and thank you for telling me. Tina x

 

Submitted by vidit.chopra on
Sad but a story well told! Nice work Vidit

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Vidit - your comment, truly valued. Thank you. Tina

 

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
'Endless traffic cones, neon signs – tripping over themselves in a bid to outrun her...Boarded-up pubs, signs that read, ‘For Sale or To Let’.' - really love the images in this stanza, Tina! And as always I noticed all those rhymes and half rhymes that really make the piece role off the tongue! Superb poem, beautifully crafted - well done ;) Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
It's the little things that count...and the fact that you pick up on them, so very rewarding, as you would know;-) I thank you for that. Tina xxx

 

Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Silver Spun Sand Great story and poet beautifully explained sad.Your right little things mean a lot? You tell them so excellently. I remember my mum once been to the shop,next to us couldn't remember where we lived. My dear friend many years saw in group sat:and girl's coffee. Now in hospital suddenly. Age is getting hold of us. Didn't realise your poem was fatal raod crash. Yep!Iv'e been there to,and hubby three.Motorbike, no! more.Thank goodness. Really hot out. julie x

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thank you, Julie;-) Yes, things are certainly warming up;-) Tina xx

 

Submitted by kheldar on
beautifully descriptive yet terribly sad. I'm afraid the dementia element passed me by completely, I thought it was a fatal road crash. I guess sometimes I'm too literal for my own good. Either way, this is a fantastic piece, technichally, narratively and emotionally. David xx :--)

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Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
David - a poem is what each reader makes of it... open to individual interpretion, and yes, it was a fatal road crash. So you missed nothing. Pleased you got so much from this. It means much. Tina xx;-)

 

Submitted by rjnewlyn on
Very wonderful. Possibly sad - I'm not so sure (we all have to face it in the end and this is surely not a bad end). You have a great way of mixing the weather with the human action. It reminded me of what I think is another one of yours (something to do with someone visiting an elderly relative and the sense of the room they're in) but I've looked around and can't find it (your fault for writing so much!). Maybe I dreamed it ...

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
rj - you certainly didn't dream it. Perhaps you meant 'Room 5 is Mrs. Jenkins'. Or maybe 'The Passing of Aunt Maud'. Was feeling a bit down tonight, and so your words really cheered me up. Thanks, so much;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Kahdai on
I wasn't sure it was dementia or then I thought dying, how you make these things seem worth it, a marvellous ability Tina. xxx K

"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Kahdai, you have a wonderful turn of phrase. Thank you;-) Tina xxx

 

Submitted by Kahdai on
I don't really know what that means!?, thanks anyway :D xxx

"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
It means, you have a wonderful way of speaking about things;-) Tina xxx

 

Submitted by Kahdai on
O Thank-you! :O It's just the way I think yuknow?

"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
;-)

 

Submitted by Beeme on
Sorry I'm late again. I really liked this and the way you expertly (in my opinion) captured the confusion and sadness of the character who is suffering from dementia. Extremely sad but equally as beautiful. Beeme xx

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Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Better late than never, is what they say, but no need for apologies, Beeme;-) Only pleased you took the trouble to read and comment, so thoughtfully. Tina xx