How the bits of apple dream

[hephaestes]

between grassblades. The sun pends. Horizon. Flame on purpling puddle. The eye reflects. Just before the snow. Ember death. Chicory breath. We pant. And run. Temperature drops. Into dark. Flashlights. Riffle between trees. Run, little boy. My legs sore. Run. Through shouts. Hoots. Howls. Mouths rise. So the mist. My breast pressed. Against ground. The apples fly.

tree lowers womb
to passing hand
the apple renewed

You’re not liked, my boy. The ladder. Up. Over the side. Behind a pine. Macintosh in sweat. In palm. Launch back. Fire. The slam. Against nape. Against chin. Against socket. The atoms. Collide with spit. Seeds mumble in flight. The blood expands. Thinks. Outside the mind. Run the field. The open stretch.

apple-less branch
tosses leaves
to the wind’s hand

I fall. Always fall. Pulled from behind. Someone’s legs. Under me. My butt. A bounce on bone. Knee. Cap tears through flesh. Then ambulance. Sirens. The quell. The “not me, I’m okay” Vultures here. The carcass. Vanished. Held down – our throwing arms. A moment. But we played. Our incisors. Accepted the bite. Apples. Youth. Rot with rhythm. Even after. Final fruit falls. Hands reaching:

ants cover
a core
clouds blacken fall flesh

[juliadebeauvoir]

This was a very interesting approach. Sort of like stream of consciousness if it was on a sprinkler system. Or a flashing of individual pictures. I think the 'flash' that tied it up a bit was "You’re not liked, my boy", which led me to believe that this was a childhood memory of taunting coupled with the fear of running from other boys in an apple grove, either figuratively or literally.
Robert Frost made "After the Apple Picking" famous. I linked it below. Some people felt that he wasn't just talking about apples either.
If I didn't say so before, welcome to the forum.

I liked the ending:

clouds blacken fall flesh

Cheers,
Kimberly

http://www.ketzle.com/frost/apple.htm

[hephaestes]

Thank you for reading. I was afraid to post this one.

As for Frost I'm a fan of his serious stuff (what I consider serious): Witches of Coos, After Apple Picking, Death of a Hired Man, Mending Wall, and so on.

Thank you so much for reading,
Heph

[kozmikdave]

Gidday

I quite liked the approach, although it took me a bit to get into those very long lines with short "sentences" at first. It reminded me somewhat of childhood peach and mango fights - playing war with rotten fruit. Also there were thoughts of getting sprung stealing apples and trying to escape. Effective images.

There's something very contemplative about apples. I'm eating one at the moment.

Cheers
Dave