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Do not be afraid,
My dear,
I mean you no harm.
I am merely
A poor grandmother,
Stopped to rest
On my way home
From a magical orchard.
You see,
My child,
Inside the gleaming
Crimson skin
Of this apple
Lies a secret:
Magic lives
In its juicy flesh.
I can tell,
Sweet girl,
From your graceful carriage
And genteel manner,
That you were not born
To toil in servitude
In a dark cottage
Such as this.
Do you really believe
That is all there is for you?
I thought not.
Your dreams,
The wishes your heart makes,
Can all come true,
If you only
Take a bite…
8 comments:
Tempting and vivid, Mary... enjoyed it!
You make this very tempting, I think I might take a bite. The payoffs sound wonderful!
http://judyidliketosay.blogspot.com/2012/01/midnight-snack.html
Oh yes, payoffs are always promised. So many bite... and later regret. (Or do they?)
Oh the temptations...bite and be sorry...love this!
I'm sorely tempted!
Read the above comments!
dynamic imagery, well penned verse.
best.
delicious!!!!
dani ♥
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