What Summer

By threeleafshamrock

Sun, 29 Aug 2010
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6 comments
 

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.

Certificate 12
Poem
shamrock's ramblings
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
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

 

Submitted by Highhat on
you wouldn't want to eat those apples. Nice imagery. the weather hasn't been better in Denmark either. ;)

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
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

 

Submitted by maggyvaneijk on
You perfectly and uniquely put into words what we're all feeling!

 

Submitted by Curse of 222 on
leave it to 3leaf to find a way to use scrotum poetically. the second stanza is quite good. jason

jason

Submitted by Kahdai on
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

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