(1c)
Cooking Apples
Most we scrunched
in quartered sheets of newspaper.
Smut stained fingers
packed them into trays –
reclaimed, reused and stacked
two deep on wooden cellar shelves;
a catacomb of pulp-white skulls
awaiting winter's resurrection.
The remainder she would stew to sludge,
simmered, in her largest pot: their mist
– brown sugar-sweetened rot – unsettled
its lid, filled her kitchen, then the house.
Their sourness drawn lung-deep
and carried heartward, in the blood.
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(1b)
Cooking Apples
Most we scrunch
in quartered sheets of newspaper, smut
stained fingers pack them into trays
– reclaimed, reused and stacked,
two deep – on cellar shelves. Below
her house a catacomb of pulp-white skulls
await the winter's resurrection.
The remainder she will stew to sludge
in her biggest pot. Their mist
– brown sugar-sweetened rot – unsettles
its lid and fills the kitchen, then her house.
Their sourness drawn lung-deep
and carried heartward, in the blood.
(1a)
Cooking Apples
Most we scrunched
in quartered sheets of newspaper, smut
stained fingers packed them into trays
– reclaimed, reused and stacked,
two deep – on cellar shelves. Below
her house a catacomb of pulp-white skulls
await the winter's resurrection.
The remainder she would stew to sludge
in the largest pot. Their mist
– brown sugar-sweetened rot – unsettled
its lid and filled the kitchen, then her house.
Their sourness drawn lung-deep
and carried heartward, in the blood.
_____________________
Originally,
https://proleartthreat.co.uk/forum/view ... =3&t=24174
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