Wild apple

Posted by Dave Bonta on November 17, 2009 (last modified at 1:47 pm, 11/17/09)

wild apple

That first sacrament’s
cratered snow was already
turning brown
while they marvelled
at its tartness, the luster
& tight fit of its skin,
its curved descent to orifice.
Then oh the aftertaste —
like wood, like clay.


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8 Responses to Wild apple

  1. quiet regular says:
    November 17, 2009 at 4:20 pm

    great photo! i’m partial to wild fruit.

    Reply
  2. Laura Sorrells says:
    November 17, 2009 at 9:25 pm

    Perfect.

    Reply
  3. dale says:
    November 18, 2009 at 4:57 am

    The last line is so unexpected and arresting: I keep poking at it with my tongue, so to speak.

    And its curved descent to orifice is one of those perfect lines.

    Reply
  4. Dave says:
    November 18, 2009 at 4:55 pm

    Thanks, you guys.

    I do love apples. I eat at least a half-dozen a day this time of year. So it’s kind of surprising I don’t write about them more often.

    Reply
  5. “Cocktail Dress”: anatomy of a revision | Via Negativa says:
    November 19, 2009 at 4:27 pm

    [...] that poem by trying to pack too many ideas into it. It started off as a simple one-stanza poem like yesterday’s…” Once I’d admitted that, there was no way I could leave it alone. It was time to [...]

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  6. Festival of the Trees 42: seven billion new trees | Via Negativa says:
    December 1, 2009 at 10:05 am

    [...] Here at Via Negativa this month, I blogged about a more typical, destructive approach to timbering on a neighbor’s land — high-grading. On a more positive note, I also shared a photo and short poem about wild apples. [...]

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  7. The year in trees | Via Negativa says:
    January 4, 2010 at 9:41 pm

    [...] in the past. This time, I just needed an illustration for a poem I wanted to post called “Wild Apple.” It was overcast and the light was poor, so I was surprised this hurried shot turned out as [...]

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