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An Apple, a Heart
by Aaron BlairAt eleven years old, I was Eve.
I ate an apple from a tree and it
poisoned me, swelled my eyes
shut and made me an ugly thing.
When I was thirteen, the blood
came, foretelling life, and death.
My grandmother washed away
my childhood, never knowing
she was a year from her grave.
At twenty, I laid down my virginity,
but I did not bleed, instead my
heart swelled shut, hardened,
a poison apple from a tree.
He took a bite and then he realized,
that he would be Adam, and I would
be faithless. We would never have
a garden, unless you count what will
spring up, never planned for, where
some dead thing has fertilized the soil. 01/12/2004 Author's Note: I've never forgiven myself for not knowing she was going to die. I have a hard time forgiving myself for anything.
Posted on 01/12/2004
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jessica Yen on 01/13/04 at 06:40 AM indescribably incredible. wow, the depth in this poem is amazingly clear. i love it. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 01/26/04 at 03:51 AM Absolutely amazing. It carries the comparisons flawlessly throughout the poem. |
| Posted by David Maurice on 11/23/12 at 08:30 AM what a barren feeling. |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 12/19/13 at 01:35 AM Powerful ending to a powerful poem. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 12/22/13 at 03:27 PM I don't come here like I use to, but always read your works as they appear in the Top 10. As always, this is brilliant, forcing the reader to contemplate the insights and often the double meanings often indicative of your work. Merry Christmas and a belated Happy Hannukah! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/23/13 at 04:04 PM This punches hard with nothing soft to cushion the end. Definitely POTD! |
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