appleday

Tap me with your finger,
rub me with your sleeve,
hold me, sniff me, peel me
curling round and round
till I burst out white and cold
from my tight red coat…

—Edwin Morgan, “The Apple’s Song”
published in CENTENARY SELECTED POEMS (Carcanet, 2020)

A poem for Apple Day – 21 Oct – which is definitely about an apple 🍎

https://www.carcanet.co.uk/9781784109967/centenary-selected-poems/

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The Apple’s Song
by Edwin Morgan

Tap me with your finger,
rub me with your sleeve,
hold me, sniff me, peel me
curling round and round
till I burst out white and cold
from my tight red coat
and tingle in your palm
as if I’d melt and breathe
a living pomander
waiting for the minute
of joy when you lift me
to your mouth and crush me
and in taste and fragrance
I race through your head
in my dizzy dissolve.

I sit in the bowl
in my cool corner
and watch you as you pass
smoothing your apron.
Are you thirsty yet?
My eyes are shining.

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