An apple is not a story.
Its ripeness holds the weight.
Tipping juicy, it balances with time.
Forbidden to be consumed in one sitting, it is tasted line by line.
Nibbling crisp tart words, to salivate and satisfy her curiosity.
Vast and unquenchable, mystery rests in this pale delicate flesh.
An apple is more than a story.
It is a primly wrapped promise, a ruse, a guise
concealing secrets of the soil that sustains it.
And, seeds buried for doubting tongues,
coming to life for those not afraid of seeing.
Glutted with the ripe flesh, wasps murmur in the grass.
Earth-bound with drunkenness and heedless of the roaring blade,
it waits in the tree for its resurrection.
Chlorophyll-laden leaves transform rays of sun into nectar-filled flowers that will become
crimson harbingers of joy, foretellers of truths.
She steps carefully over the circle of bodies that surround her.
© Francesca Rand 2013
Francesca Rand enjoys teaching writing classes at NOVA’s Loudoun campus as well as tutoring and coaching local high school students. She has been a writer since her early college days at Canisius College where she delighted in editing and writing for the Quadrangle student and faculty publication She has e always appreciated the power of words and the magic of poetry. She currently writes and edits on a free-lance basis and has been fortunate to work with a diverse group of creative individuals. She is truly grateful for the opportunity to work with this gifted group.
