Poem - Newton's Law

[nakedemperor]

Newton’s Law


She appeared
leaning on my door,
tossing up and down
a polished winesap,
the Apple of Discord.
I pause:

Who chose the apple
as the fruit of the fall?
Atalanta’s were threefold:
golden delicious.
Arthur’s misfortune buried him
on the Isle of Apples.
Paris doomed Troy
bestowing on Aphrodite
the fated fruit.

A sinful peel twisting
‘round my finger;
a core, nothing more, remains.

 

[Shattered]

AHEM!

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