Brian Taylor

Silver Star - 3,312 Points (England)

The Fruit - Poem by Brian Taylor

THE FRUIT is in the stone
already grown.
The cells
group to fill already forming shells
to keep out out.
This is where lion lies down with lamb:
in dried skin
dried blood
powdered edges
broken flame
particles on particles the same,
and again
in the bone clutch of the brain,
groupings, twitchings, pullings, tame.
Slippings and slidings on a wet palette.

Topic(s) of this poem: fruit

Form: Epistle


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 2, 2015


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